It Is A Severe Rebuke Upon Us,

Friendship Is The Next Pleasure We May Hope For: And Where We Find It Not At Home, Or Have No Home To Find It In, We May Seek It Abroad. It Is An Union Of Spirits, A Marriage Of Hearts, And The Bond Thereof Virtue.

Death Is But Crossing The World, As Friends Do The Seas; They Live In One Another Still.

Truth Often Suffers More By The Heat Of Its Defenders Than The Arguments Of Its Opposers.

Less Judgment Than Wit Is More Sail Than Ballast.

For Death Is No More Than A Turning Of Us Over From Time To Eternity.