Bells, The Poor Man's Only Music.

Stimulate The Heart To Love And The Mind To Be Early Accurate, And All Other Virtues Will Rise Of Their Own Accord, And All Vices Will Be Thrown Out.

And To Be Wroth With One We Love…doth Work Like Madness In The Brain.

All Science Is Necessarily Prophetic, So Truly So, That The Power Of Prophecy Is The Test, The Infallible Criterion, By Which Any Presumed Science Is Ascertained To Be Actually & Verily Science. The Ptolemaic Astronomy Was Barely Able To Prognosticate A Lunar Eclipse; With Kepler And Newton Came Science And Prophecy.

The Jews Would Not Willingly Tread Upon The Smallest Piece Of Paper In Their Way, But Took It Up; For Possibly, They Say, The Name Of God May Be On It. Though There Was A Little Superstition In This, Yet Truly There Is Nothing But Good Religion In It, If We Apply It To Men. Trample Not On Any; There May Be Some Work Of Grace There, That Thou Knowest Not Of. The Name Of God May Be Written Upon That Soul Thou Treadest On; It May Be A Soul That Christ Thought So Much Of, As To Give His Precious Blood For It; Therefore Despise It Not.

In Koln, A Town Of Monks And Bones, And Pavement Fang'd With Murderous Stones, And Rags And Hags, And Hideous Wenches, I Counted Two-and-seventy Stenches, All Well Defined, And Several Stinks! Ye Nymphs That Reign O'er Sewers And Sinks, The River Rhine, It Is Well Known, Doth Wash Your City Of Cologne; But Tell Me, Nymphs! What Power Divine Shall Henceforth Whash The River Rhine.