And In Their Motions Harmony

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

Apostate, Still Thou Err'st, Nor End Wilt Find Offering, From The Paths Of Truth Remote.

God Has Set Labor And Rest, As Day And Night To Men Successive.

What Wisdom Can There Be To Choose, What Continence To Forbear Without The Knowledge Of Evil? He That Can Apprehend And Consider Vice With All Her Baits And Seeming Pleasures, And Yet Abstain, And Yet Distinguish, And Yet Prefer That Which Is Truly Better, He Is The True Wayfaring Christian.

Thou Canst Not Touch The Freedom Of My Mind.