Awake, Arise Or Be For Ever Fall’n.

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

Fame Is No Plant That Grows On Mortal Soil.

This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

Truth Is Compared In Scripture To A Streaming Fountain; If Her Waters Flow Not In Perpetual Progression, They Sicken Into A Muddy Pool Of Conformity And Tradition.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.