We Sack, We Ransack To The Utmost

Death Aims With Fouler Spiteat Fairer Marks.

It Is No Happiness To Live Long, Nor Unhappiness To Die Soon; Happy Is He That Hath Lived Long Enough To Die Well.

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?

They Who Cannot Be Induced To Fear For Love Will Never Be Enforced To Love For Fear. Love Opens The Heart, Fear Shuts It; That Encourages, This Compels; And Victory Meets Encouragement, But Flees Compulsion.

The Birds Of The Air Die To Sustain Thee; The Beasts Of The Field Die To Nourish Thee; The Fishes Of The Sea Die To Feed Thee. Our Stomachs Are Their Common Sepulchre. Good God! With How Many Deaths Are Our Poor Lives Patched Up! How Full Of Death Is The Life Of Momentary Man!