If Ever Any Beauty I Did See,

Religion Is Not A Melancholy, The Spirit Of God Is Not A Damper.

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

Who Are A Little Wise The Best Fools Be.

There Is Nothing That God Hath Established In A Constant Course Of Nature, And Which Therefore Is Done Every Day, But Would Seem A Miracle, And Exercise Our Admiration, If It Were Done But Once.

Death, Thou Shalt Die.