All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.

So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

Where all life dies death lives.