Thou hast been called, O sleep, the friend of woe, But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.

Little, indeed, does it concern us in this our mortal stage, to inquire whence the spirit hath come; but of what infinite concern is the consideration whither it is going. Surely such consideration demands the study of a life.

My name is Death: the last best friend am I.

From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.

There is no security in a good disposition if the support of good principles--that is to say, of religion, of Christian faith--be wanting. It may be soured by misfortune, it may be corrupted by wealth, it may be blighted by neediness, it may lose all its original brightness, if destitute of that support.

In the days of my youth I remembered my God! And He hath not forgotten my age.

Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, from that good God, who chastens whom he loves.