Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
Raw in the fields the rude militia swarms, Mouth without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence.
They live too long who happiness outlive.
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.
But how can finite grasp Infinity?