The Rich Have No More Of The

And What Is So Intricate, So Entangling As Death? Who Ever Got Out Of A Winding Sheet?

So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Often.

I Count All That Part Of My Life Lost Which I Spent Not In Communion With God, Or In Doing Good.

I Have Done One Braver Thing Than All The Worthies Did, And Yet A Braver Thence Doth Spring, Which Is, To Keep That Hid.

Friends Are Ourselves.