For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?
He who would search for pearls must dive below.