Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.