Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind

And After Hearing What Our Church Can Say, If Still Our Reason Runs Another Way, That Private Reason 'tis More Just To Curb, Than By Disputes The Public Peace Disturb; For Points Obscure Are Of Small Use To Learn, But Common Quiet Is Mankind's Concern.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth.

Love Is Not In Our Choice But In Our Fate.

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.

To Die Is Landing On Some Distant Shore.