All Other Things To Their Destruction Draw,

Old Grandsires Talk Of Yesterday With Sorrow, And For Our Children We Reserve Tomorrow.

It Is Too Little To Call Man A Little World; Except God, Man Is A Diminutive To Nothing.

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call In, And Invite God, And His Angels Thither, And When They Are There, I Neglect God And His Angels, For The Noise Of A Fly, For The Rattling Of A Coach, For The Whining Of A Door.

Despair Is The Damp Of Hell, As Joy Is The Serenity Of Heaven.

For God's Sake Hold Your Tongue, And Let Me Love.