He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.

And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.

God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God.

True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore ; this is the second of our reign.

Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?

Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.