Laws Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.

Just Are The Ways Of God, And Justifiable To Men; Unless There Be Who Think Not God At All.

Now Came Still Evening On; And Twilight Gray Had In Her Sober Livery All Things Clad: Silence Accompanied; For Beast And Bird, They To They Grassy Couch, These To Their Nests, Were Slunk, All But The Wakeful Nightingale.

Hell Has No Benefits, Only Torture.

They Are The Troublers, They Are The Dividers Of Unity, Who Neglect And Don't Permit Others To Unite Those Dissevered Pieces Which Are Yet Wanting To The Body Of Truth.