There are few minds to which tyranny is not delightful

There are few minds to which tyranny is not delightful

O how far remov'd,
Predestination! is thy foot from such
As see not the First Cause entire: read more

O how far remov'd,
Predestination! is thy foot from such
As see not the First Cause entire: and ye,
O mortal men! be wary how ye judge:
For we, who see the Maker, know not yet
The number of the chosen; and esteem
Such scantiness of knowledge our delight:
For all good is, in that primal good,
Concentrate; and God's will and ours are one.

"Orthodoxy, my Lord,: said Bishop Warburton, in a whisper,--
"orthodoxy is my doxy,--heterodoxy is another man's doxy."

"Orthodoxy, my Lord,: said Bishop Warburton, in a whisper,--
"orthodoxy is my doxy,--heterodoxy is another man's doxy."

Live to explain thy doctrine by thy life.
- Matthew Prior,

Live to explain thy doctrine by thy life.
- Matthew Prior,

Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds read more

Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,
If he kneel not before the same altar with me?
From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly,
To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try
Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this!

My doctrine is not a doctrine but just a vision. I have not given you any set rules, I have read more

My doctrine is not a doctrine but just a vision. I have not given you any set rules, I have not given you a system.

The Athanasian Creed is the most splendid ecclesiastical lyric
ever poured forth by the genius of man.

The Athanasian Creed is the most splendid ecclesiastical lyric
ever poured forth by the genius of man.

Thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into Avon, Avon into
Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into read more

Thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into Avon, Avon into
Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main ocean.
And thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine,
which now is dispersed all the world over.

Doctrine is nothing but the skin of truth set up and stuffed.

Doctrine is nothing but the skin of truth set up and stuffed.