Some Of Our Philosophizing Divines Have Too

Accurst Ambition, How Dearly I Have Bought You.

Her Wit Was More Than Man, Her Innocence A Child.

Order Is The Greatest Grace.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections. For Love Which Hath Ends, Will Have An End; Whereas That Which Is Founded On True Virtue, Will Always Continue.