"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."

The Avon to the Severn runs,
The Severn, to the sea,
And Wickliff's dust shall spread abroad
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The Avon to the Severn runs,
The Severn, to the sea,
And Wickliff's dust shall spread abroad
Wide as the waters be.

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!

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.

You can and you can't,--You shall and you shan't--You will and
you won't--And you will be damned if you read more

You can and you can't,--You shall and you shan't--You will and
you won't--And you will be damned if you do--And you will be
damned if you don't.

As thou these ashes, little brook! will bear
Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
Of Severn, read more

As thou these ashes, little brook! will bear
Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas,
Into main ocean they, this deed accurst,
An emblem yields to friends and enemies
How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified
By truth, shall spread throughout the world dispersed.

He was the word that spake it,
He took the bread and brake it;
And what that read more

He was the word that spake it,
He took the bread and brake it;
And what that word did make it,
I do believe and take it.

And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private read more

And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private reason 'tis more just to curb,
Than by disputes the public peace disturb;
For points obscure are of small use to learn,
But common quiet is mankind's concern.

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.