For Death Betimes Is Comfort, Not Dismay,

If A Hundred Or A Thousand People, All Of The Same Age, Of The Same Constitution And Habits, Were Suddenly Seized By The Same Illness, And One Half Of Them Were To Place Themselves Under The Care Of Doctors, Such As They Are In Our Time, Whilst The Other Half Entrusted Themselves To Nature And To Their Own Discretion, I Have Not The Slightest Doubt That There Would Be More Cases Of Death Amongst The Former, And More Cases Of Recovery Among The Latter.

Go, Grieving Rimes Of Mine, To That Hard Stone Whereunder Lies My Darling, Lies My Dear, And Cry To Her To Speak From Heaven's Sphere.

I Know And Love The Good, Yet, Ah! The Worst Pursue.

Virtue Is Health, Vice Is Sickness.

Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity As To Our Coming Into This World And What Will Follow Our Departure.