The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made. Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home: Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Edmund WallerThe fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, Savors too much of private interest. This moved not Moses, nor the zealous Paul, Who for their friends abandoned soul and all.
Edmund WallerHappy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.
Edmund WallerThe seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
Edmund Waller