It Matters Not How Long We Live

What Men Call Accident Is God's Own Part.

One Thought Settles A Life, An Immortality.

Men Might Be Better If We Better Deemed Of Them.

Death, Thou Art Infinite; It Is Life Is Little.

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.