Tis The Glory Of A Man To

The Truest End Of Life Is To Know The Life That Never Ends.

[tho]ugh Death Be A Dark Passage; It Leads To Immortality, And That Is Recompense Enough For Suffering Of It. And Yet Faith Lights Us, Even Through The Grave....and This Is The Comfort Of The Good, And The Grave Cannot Hold Them, And They Live As They Die. For Death Is No More Than A Turning Of Us Over From Time To Eternity.

Unless Virtue Guide Us Our Choice Must Be Wrong.

Dislike What Deserves It, But Never Hate: For That Is Of The Nature Of Malice; Which Is Almost Ever To Persons, Not Things, And Is One Of The Blackest Qualities Sin Begets In The Soul.

For Disappointments, That Come Not By Our Own Folly, They Are The Trials Or Corrections Of Heaven: And It Is Our Own Fault, If They Prove Not Our Advantage.