An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
They most the world enjoy who least admire.
Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.
Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.