When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is

I Am Two Fools, I Know, For Loving, And For Saying So.

Men Perish With Whispering Sins-nay, With Silent Sins, Sins That Never Tell The Conscience That They Are Sins, As Often With Crying Sins; And In Hell There Shall Meet As Many Men That Never Thought What Was Sin, As That Spent All Their Thoughts In The Compassing Of Sin.

Though Truth And Falsehood Be Near Twins, Yet Truth A Little Elder Is.

That Soul That Can Reflect Upon Itself, Consider Itself, Is More Than So.

True And False Fears Let Us Refrain, Let Us Love Nobly, And Live, And Add Again Years And Years Unto Years, Till We Attain To Write Threescore ; This Is The Second Of Our Reign.