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I Give You The End Of A Golden String, Only Wind It Into A Ball, It Will Lead You In At Heaven's Gate Built In Jerusalem's Wall.

He Who Would Do Good To Another Must Do It In Minute Particulars.

The Voice Of Honest Indignation Is The Voice Of God.

As I Was Walking Among The Fires Of Hell, Delighted With The Enjoyments Of Genius; Which To Angels Look Like Torment And Insanity, I Collected Some Of Their Proverbs.

Both Read The Bible Day And Night, But Thou Read Black Where I Read White.