As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery
As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery
All mankind is of one author, and is one volume when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language and every chapter must be so translated God emploies several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice but God's hand is in every translation and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again, for that library where every book shall lie open to one another.
Contemplative and bookish men must of necessity be more quarrelsome than others, because they contend not about matter of fact, nor can determine their controversies by any certain witnesses, nor judges. But as long as they go towards peace, that is Truth, it is no matter which way.
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
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