We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.

In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.

Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

Still ending, and beginning still.

We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.

Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more!

The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.