God Has Set Labor And Rest, As

What Am I Pondering, You Ask? So Help Me God, Immortality.

His Spear, To Equal Which The Tallest Pine Hewn On Norwegian Hills To Be The Mast Of Some Great Ammiral Were But A Wand, He Walk'd With To Support Uneasy Steps Over The Burning Marle.

In God's Intention, A Meet And Happy Conversation Is The Chiefest And Noblest End Of Marriage.

Wickedness Is Weakness.

Nothing Is Here For Tears, Nothing To Wail Or Knock The Breast, No Weakness, No Contempt, Dispraise, Or Blame,-nothing But Well And Fair, And What May Quiet Us In A Death So Noble.