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There Are Mystically In Our Faces Certain Characters Which Carry In Them The Motto Of Our Souls, Wherein He That Cannot Read May Read Our Natures.

For God Is Like A Skilfull Geometrician.

We Term Sleep A Death By Which We May Be Literally Said To Die Daily; In Fine, So Like Death, I Dare Not Trust It Without My Prayers.

Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let Out Life. I Shall Find One.

I Have Loved My Friends As I Do Virtue, My Soul, My God.