I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.

The Psalms foretell what I, what any shall do and suffer and say.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.

Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.

God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.