...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

This only is charity, to do all, all that we can.

God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

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

Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.