To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter or musician, is a possession added to the best things of life.

There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.

Marvellous mercies and infinite love.

Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light: Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor wintry leaves nor vernal; Nor days nor things diurnal; Only the sleep eternal In an eternal night.

Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.