Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

There are no songs comparable to the songs of Zion, no orations equal to those of the prophets, and no politics like those which the Scriptures teach.

Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.

And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?

Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Imparadis'd in one another's arms.