Death Is An Ascension To A Better

I Wonder, By My Troth, What Thou And I Did, Till We Lov'd?

To Be No Part Of Any Body, Is To Be Nothing.

Poetry Is A Counterfeit Creation, And Makes Things That Are Not, As Though They Were

Man Is Not Only A Contributory Creature, But A Total Creature; He Does Not Only Make One, But He Is All; He Is Not A Piece Of The World, But The World Itself, And Next To The Glory Of God, The Reason Why There Is A World.

God Himself Took A Day To Rest In, And A Good Man's Grave Is His Sabbath.