They Say Everything In The World Is

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.

Zeal, The Blind Conductor Of The Will.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

Either Be Wholly Slaves Or Wholly Free.

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.