Man Has Not A Greater Enemy Than

A Good Death Does Honour To A Whole Life.

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.

Death Had His Grudge Against Me, And He Got Up In The Way, Like An Armed Robber, With A Pike In His Hand.

How Difficult It Is To Save The Bark Of Reputation From The Rocks Of Ignorance.

Perhaps Out There, Somewhere, Someone Is Sighing For Your Absence; And With This Thought, My Soul Begins To Breathe.