True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.

we give each other a smile with a future in it

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den?

Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

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

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