The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

And yet on the other hand unless warinesse be us'd, as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, Gods Image, but hee who destroyes a good Booke, kills reason it selfe, kills the Image of God, as it were in the eye.

Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.