Death Comes Equally To Us All, And

Love, All Alike, No Season Knows, Nor Clime, Nor Hours, Days, Months, Which Are The Rags Of Time.

A Man That Is Not Afraid Of A Lion Is Afraid Of A Cat .

That Soul That Can Reflect Upon Itself, Consider Itself, Is More Than So.

Between These Two, The Denying Of Sins, Which We Have Done, And The Bragging Of Sins, Which We Have Not Done, What A Space, What A Compass Is There, For Millions Of Millions Of Sins!

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.