Then Agrippa said unto Paul, Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian.

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

His Christianity was muscular.

A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman.

Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint In triumph wear his Christ-like chain; No fear lest he should swerve or faint; "His life is Christ, his death is gain."

Now it is not good for the Christian's health To hustle the Aryan brown, For the Christian riles and the Aryan smiles, And it weareth the Christian down. And the end of the fight is a tombstone white With the name of the late deceased-- And the epitaph drear: "A fool lies here Who tried to hustle the East."

The Augustinian doctrine of the damnation of unbaptized infants and the Calvinistic doctrine of reprobation . . . surpass in atrocity any tenets that have ever been admitted into any pagan creed.

What was invented two thousand years ago was the spirit of Christianity.

I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.

Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought The better fight.

Persons of mean understandings, not so inquisitive, nor so well instructed, are made good Christians, and by reverence and obedience, implicity believe, and abide by their belief.

Yes,--rather plunge me back in pagan night, And take my chance with Socrates for bliss, Than be the Christian of a faith like this, Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly sway, And in a convert mourns to lose a prey.

Take up the cross if thou the crown would'st gain. [Lat., Tolle crucem, qui vis auferre coronam.]

Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.

You are Christians of the best edition, all picked and culled.

Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise up Issue to me, that the contending kingdoms Of France and England, whose very shores look pale With envy of each other's happiness, May cease their hatred, and this dear conjunction Plant neighborhood and Christian-like accord In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!

The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.

O Lorenzo, If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife, Become a Christian and thy loving wife!

I never heard a passion so confused, So strange, outrageous, and so variable As the dog Jew did utter in the streets: 'My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter! Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats!'