Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold

Was I Deceiv'd, Or Did A Sable Cloud Turn Forth Her Silver Lining On The Night?

Let Us Go Forth And Resolutely Dare With Sweat Of Brow To Toil Our Little Day.

The Very Essence Of Truth Is Plainness And Brightness; The Darkness And Crookedness Is Our Own. The Wisdom Of God Created Understanding, Fit And Proportionable To Truth, The Object And End Of It, As The Eye To The Thing Visible. If Our Understanding Have A Film Of Ignorance Over It, Or Be Blear With Gazing On Other False Glitterings, What Is That To Truth?

Which, If Not Victory, Is Yet Revenge.

Death To Life Is Crown Or Shame.