Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.