Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any

Whilst My Physicians By Their Love Are Grown Cosmographers, And I Their Map, Who Lie Flat On This Bed.

My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both Parts Must Die.

When God's Hand Is Bent To Strike, It Is A Fearful Thing To Fall Into The Hands Of The Living God ; But To Fall Out Of The Hands Of The Living God Is A Horror Beyond Our Expression, Beyond Our Imagination.

Our Faults Are Not Seen, But Past Us; Neither Felt, But Only In The Punishment.

Great Sorrows Cannot Speak.