Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War.

Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear.

What in me is dark, Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.

Servant of God, well done.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well; how long or short permit to Heaven.

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?

He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish and prefer that which is truly better, he is the true warfaring Christian.

For what can war but endless war still breed?