Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment.
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
What if this present were the world's last night?
Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.