Love Labor: For If Thou Dost Not

A Good End Cannot Sanctify Evil Means; Nor Must We Ever Do Evil, That Good May Come Of It... It Is As Great Presumption To Send Our Passions Upon God's Errands, As To Palliate Them With God's Name... We Are Too Ready To Retailiate, Rather Than Forgive, Or Gain By Love And Information. And Yet We Could Hurt No Man That We Believe Loves Us. Let Us Try Then What Love Will Do: For If Men Did Once See We Love Them, We Should Soon Find They Would Not Harm Us. Force May Subdue, But Love Gains: And He That Forgives First, Wins The Laurel.

It Would Go A Long Way To Caution And Direct People In Their Use Of The World That They Would Better Studied And Known In The Creation Of It. For How Could Man Find The Confidence To Abuse It, While They Should See The Great Creator Stare Them In The Face, In All And Every Part Thereof?

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

Between A Man And His Wife Nothing Ought To Rule But Love. Authority Is For Children And Servants, Yet Not Without Sweetness.

'tis No Sin To Be Tempted, But To Be Overcome.