A Diamond, Though Set In Horns, Is

Before We End Our Pilgrimage, 'tis Fit That We Should Leave Corruption, And Foul Sin, Behind Us, But With Wash'd Feet And Hands, The Heathens Dar' Not Enter Their Profane Temples; And For Me To Hope My Passage To Eternity Can Be Made Easy, Till I Have Shook Off The Burthen Of My Sins In Free Confession, Aided With Sorrow, And Repentance For Them, Is Against Reason.

I Had Not To This Time Subsisted, But That I Was Supported By Your Frequent Courtesies And Favours.

The Good Needs Fear No Law, It Is His Safety And The Bad Man's Awe.

The Soul Is Strong That Trusts In Goodness.

He That Doth Public Good For Multitudes, Finds Few Are Truly Grateful