We Are A Kind Of Posterity In

It Is The Will Of God And Nature That These Mortal Bodies Be Laid Aside, When The Soul Is To Enter Into Real Life; 'tis Rather An Embrio State, A Preparation For Living; A Man Is Not Completely Born Until He Be Dead: Why Then Should We Grieve That A New Child Is Born Among The Immortals?

Why Does The Blind Man's Wife Paint Herself.

Get What You Can, And What You Get Hold; 'tis The Stone That Will Turn All Your Lead Into Gold.

Increase In Me That Wisdom Which Discovers My Truest Interest, Strengthen My Resolution To Perform That Which Wisdom Dictates.

Keep Flax From Fire, And Youth From Gaming.