As Soon As There Was Two There

Tis True, 'tis Day; What Though It Be? O Wilt Thou Therefore Rise From Me? Why Should We Rise, Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down, Because 'twas Night? Love Which In Spite Of Darkness Brought Us Hither Should In Despite Of Light Keep Us Together.

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.

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.

As He That Fears God Fears Nothing Else, So He That Sees God Sees Everything Else.

Between Cowardice And Despair, Valour Is Gendred.