Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all, Both the great vulgar and the small. - Abraham Cowley

Hope, of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal now does always last.

Lo, this great work, a Temple to thy praise,
On polisht Pillars of strong Verse I raise!
A Temple, where if Thou vouchsafe to dwell,
It Solomons, and Herods shall excel.
Too long the Muses-Land have Heathen bin;
Their Gods too long were Dev'ils, and Vertues Sin;
But Thou, Eternal Word, hast call'd forth Me
Th' Apostle, to convert that World to Thee;