All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All

The Sun Must Not Set Upon Anger, Much Less Will I Let The Sun Set Upon The Anger Of God Towards Me.

And Swear No Where Lives A Woman True, And Fair.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.

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

I Count All That Part Of My Life Lost Which I Spent Not In Communion With God, Or In Doing Good.