If Thou Desire To Be Held Wise,

The Grave Is Sooner Cloy'd Than Men's Desire.

Let The Words Of A Virgin, Though In A Good Cause, And To As Good Purpose, Be Neither Violent, Many, Nor First, Nor Last; It Is Less Shame For A Virgin To Be Lost In A Blushing Silence Than To Be Found In A Bold Eloquence.

Let Grace Conduct Thee To The Paths Of Peace.

Blessedness Is Promised To The Peacemaker, Not To The Conqueror.

Death's A Fable. Did Not Heaven Inspire Your Equal Elements With Living Fire Blown From The Spring Of Life? Is Not That Breath Immortal? Come; Ye Are As Free From Death As He That Made Ye: Can The Flames Expire Which He Kindled?