Peace Is Never More Than One Thought

To The Old, Long Life And Treasure; To The Young, All Health And Pleasure.

Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But No Ill Can Happen To A Good Man.

And Where She Went, The Flowers Took Thickest Root, As She Had Sow'd Them With Her Odorous Foot.

I Feel My Griefs Too, And There Scarce Is Ground Upon My Flesh T'inflict Another Wound. Yet Dare I Not Complain, Or Wish For Death With Holy Paul; Lest It Be Thought The Breath Of Discontent; Or That These Prayers Be For Weariness Of Life, Not Love Of Thee.

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.