Who knows his virtues name or place, hath none.
How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
Great sins are great possessions; but levities and vanities possess us too; and men had rather part with Christ than with any possession.
There is no health; physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.