Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It

Be More Than Man, Or Thou'rt Less Than An Ant.

The World Is A Great Volume, And Man The Index Of That Book; Even In The Body Of Man, You May Turn To The Whole World.

Love, All Alike, No Season Knows, Nor Clime, Nor Hours, Days, Months, Which Are The Rags Of Time.

Great Sorrows Cannot Speak.

All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.