He That Drinks His Cyder

Many A Long Dispute Among Divines May Be Thus Abridged: It Is So; It Is Not So. It Is So; It Is Not So.

By My Rambling Digressions I Perceive Myself To Be Growing Old.

I Firmly Believe This ... That Without His Concurring Aid We Shall Succeed In This Political Building No Better, Than The Builders Of Babel: We Shall Be Divided By Our Little Partial Local Interests; Our Projects Will Be Confounded, And We Ourselves Shall Become A Reproach And Bye Word Down To Future Ages. And What Is Worse, Mankind May Hereafter From This Unfortunate Instance, Despair Of Establishing Governments By Human Wisdom And Leave It To Chance, War And Conquest.

Let Thy Maid Servant Be Faithful, Strong, And Homely.

Love Of Country Is The Mason's Deed; World Citizenship Is His Thought.