Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile.
That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Deeds, not words shall speak me.
Speak boldly and speak truly, shame the devil.
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.