"To be still searching what we know not, by what we know, still closing up truth to truth as we find it (for all her body is homogeneal, and proportional), this is the golden rule in theology as well a…"

"What more oft in nations grown corrupt, And by their vices brought to servitude, Than to love bondage more than liberty?"

"Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy!"

"Yet not to earth are those bright luminaries lent for show, but to dispense their good."

"Truth is compared in Scripture to a streaming fountain; if her waters flow not in a perpetual progression, they sicken into a muddy pool of conformity and tradition."