Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any

I Have Done One Braver Thing Than All The Worthies Did, And Yet A Braver Thence Doth Spring, Which Is, To Keep That Hid.

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.

As Peace Is Of All Goodness, So War Is An Emblem, A Hieroglyphic, Of All Misery.

And What Is So Intricate, So Entangling As Death? Who Ever Got Out Of A Winding Sheet?

All Other Things To Their Destruction Draw, Only Our Love Hath No Decay.