Praise Is A Debt We

Rich With The Spoils Of Nature.

Light Is But The Shadow Of God.

The Service Of Love Is The Foolishest Act A Wise Man Commits In All His Life, Nor Is There Anything That Will More Deject His Cool'd Imagination, When He Shall Consider What An Odd And Unworthy Piece Of Folly He Hath Committed.

The World, Which Took Six Days To Make, Is Likely To Take Us Six Thousand Years To Make Out.

God Hath Varied The Inclinations Of Men According To The Variety Of Actions To Be Performed.