Choose Thy Clothes By Thine Own Eyes,

Many Able Gardeners And Husbandmen Are Yet Ignorant Of The Reason Of Their Calling; As Most Artificers Are Of The Reason Of Their Own Rules That Govern Their Excellent Workmanship. But A Naturalist And Mechanick Of This Sort Is Master Of The Reason Of Both, And Might Be Of The Practice Too, If His Industry Kept Pace With His Speculation; Which Were Every Commendable; And Without Which He Cannot Be Said To Be A Complete Naturalist Or Mechanick.

Religion Itself Is Nothing Else But Love To God And Man. He That Lives In Love Lives In God, Says The Beloved Disciple: And To Be Sure A Man Can Live No Where Better.

Love Is Indeed Heaven Upon Earth; Since Heaven Above Would Not Be Heaven Without It: For Where There Is Not Love; There Is Fear: But Perfect Love Casts Out Fear. And Yet We Naturally Fear Most To Offend What We Most Love.

Death Is But Crossing The World, As Friends Do The Seas; They Live In One Another Still. For They Must Needs Be Present, That Love And Live In That Which Is Omnipresent. In This Divine Glass, They See Face To Face; And Their Converse Is Free As Well As Pure. This Is The Comfort Of Friends, That Though They May Be Said To Die, Yet Their Friendship And Society Are, In The Best Sense, Ever Present, Because Immortal.

My Prison Shall Be My Grave Before I Will Budge A Jot; For I Owe My Conscience To No Mortal Man.