The Proper Work Of Man, The Grand

Nothing Hath Wrought More Prejudice To Religion, Or Brought More Disparagement Upon Truth, Than Boisterous And Unseasonable Zeal.

The Proper Work Of Man, The Grand Drift Of Human Life, Is To Follow Reason, That Noble Spark Kindled In Us From Heaven.

Shall We Keep Our Hands In Our Bosom, Or Stretch Ourselves On Our Beds Of Laziness, While All The World About Us Is Hard At Work, In Pursuing The Designs Of Its Creation?

Chance Never Writ A Legible Book; Chance Never Built A Fair House; Chance Never Drew A Neat Picture; It Never Did Any Of These Things, Nor Ever Will; Nor Can It Be Without Absurdity Supposed Able To Do Them; Which Yet Are Works Very Gross And Rude, Very Easy And Feasible, As It Were, In Comparison To The Production Of A Flower Or A Tree.

Let Us Consider That Swearing Is A Sin Of All Others Peculiarly Clamorous, And Provocative Of Divine Judgment.