Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall

So, So, Break Off This Last Lamenting Kiss, Which Sucks Two Souls, And Vapors Both Away.

All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.

The Distance From Nothing To A Little, Is Ten Thousand Times More, Than From It To The Highest Degree In This Life.

Religion Is Not A Melancholy, The Spirit Of God Is Not A Damper.

God Is So Omnipresent. . . . God Is An Angel In An Angel, And A Stone In A Stone, And A Straw In A Straw.