Apostate, Still Thou Err'st, Nor

Heaven, The Seat Of Bliss, Brooks Not The Works Of Violence And War.

And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry Train.

And I Will Place Within Them As A Guide My Umpire Conscience, Whom If They Will Hear Light After Light Well Used They Shall Attain, And To The End Persisting, Safe Arrive.

There Is No Truth Sure Enough To Justify Persecution.

No Man Who Knows Aught, Can Be So Stupid To Deny That All Men Naturally Were Born Free.