When I Consider Life, It Is All

To Take Up Half On Trust, And Half To Try, Name It Not Faith But Bungling Bigotry.

Better To Hunt In Fields, For Health Unbought, Than Fee The Doctor For A Nauseous Draught, The Wise, For Cure, On Exercise Depend; God Never Made His Work For Man To Mend.

Love Is A Child That Talks In Broken Language, Yet Then He Speaks Most Plain.

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky

All Delays Are Dangerous In War.