No Man Is An Island, Entire Of

Man Hath Weaved Out A Net, And This Net Throwne Upon The Heavens, And Now They Are His Own.

O How Feeble Is Man's Power, That If Good Fortune Fall, Cannot Add Another Hour, Nor A Lost Hour Recall!

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

Batter My Heart, Three-personed God, For You As Yet But Knock; Breathe, Shine, And Seek To Mend; That I May Rise, And Stand, O'erthrow Me, And Bend Your Force To Break, Blow, Burn, And Make Me New.

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve