Force May Make Hypocrites, But It Can

I Expect To Pass Through This World But Once. Any Good Therefore That I Can Do ... Let Me Do It Now.

In The Rush And Noise Of Life, As You Have Intervals, Step Home Within Yourselves And Be Still. Wait Upon God, And Feel His Good Presence; This Will Carry You Evenly Through Your Day's Business.

The Only Fountain In The Wilderness Of Life, Where Man Drinks Of Water Totally Unmixed With Bitterness, Is That Which Gushes For Him In The Calm And Shady Recess Of Domestic Life.

Death Is But Crossing The World, As Friends Do The Seas; They Live In One Another Still. For They Must Needs Be Present, That Love And Live In That Which Is Omnipresent. In This Divine Glass, They See Face To Face; And Their Converse Is Free As Well As Pure. This Is The Comfort Of Friends, That Though They May Be Said To Die, Yet Their Friendship And Society Are, In The Best Sense, Ever Present, Because Immortal.

It Is The Amends Of A Short And Troublesome Life, That Doing Good And Suffering Ill Entitles Man To A Longer And Better.