To Be Content With Death May Be

Think Not Thy Time Short In This World, Since The World Itself Is Not Long. The Created World Is But A Small Parenthesis In Eternity, And A Short Interposition, For A Time, Between Such A State Of Duration As Was Before It And May Be After It.

Suicide Is Not To Fear Death, But Yet To Be Afraid Of Life. It Is A Brave Act Of Valour To Contemn Death; But When Life Is More Terrible Than Death, It Is Then The Truest Valour To Dare To Live; And Herein Religion Hath Taught Us A Noble Example, For All The Valiant Acts Of Curtius, Scarvola, Or Codrus, Do Not Parallel Or Match That One Of Job.

Half Our Days We Pass In The Shadow Of The Earth; And The Brother Of Death Exacteth A Third Part Of Our Lives.

There Is Musick, Even In The Beauty And The Silent Note Which Cupid Strikes, Far Sweeter Than The Sound Of An Instrument.

As For Those Wingy Mysteries In Divinity, And Airy Subtleties In Religion, Which Have Unhinged The Brains Of Better Heads, They Never Stretched The Pia Mater Of Mine; Methinks There Be Not Impossibilities Enough In Religion For An Active Faith.