Great Sorrows Cannot Speak.

Men Perish With Whispering Sins-nay, With Silent Sins, Sins That Never Tell The Conscience That They Are Sins, As Often With Crying Sins; And In Hell There Shall Meet As Many Men That Never Thought What Was Sin, As That Spent All Their Thoughts In The Compassing Of Sin.

When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language.

We Are All Conceived In Close Prison; In Our Mothers Wombs, We Are Close Prisoners All; When We Are Born, We Are Born But To The Liberty Of The House; Prisoners Still, Though Within Larger Walls; And Then All Our Life Is But A Going Out To The Place Of Execution, To Death.

I Observe The Physician With The Same Diligence As The Disease.

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