So Over Violent, Or Over Civil That

None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And, From The Dregs Of Life, Think To Receive, What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.

So Softly Death Succeeded Life In Her, She Did But Dream Of Heaven, And She Was There.

Silence In Times Of Suffering Is The Best.

Love Is Love's Reward.

A Lively Faith Will Bear Aloft The Mind, And Leave The Luggage Of Good Works Behind.