Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease, while others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas?

It was a saying of the ancients, "Truth lies in a well;" and to carry on this metaphor, we may justly say that logic does supply us with steps, whereby we may go down to reach the water.

And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.

There's no repentance in the grave.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Forbid it Lord that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

Talking over the things which you have read with your companions fixes them on the mind.