For My Part, I Have Ever Believed,

Though It Be In The Power Of The Weakest Arm To Take Away Life, It Is Not In The Strongest To Deprive Us Of Death.

I Have Loved My Friends As I Do Virtue, My Soul, My God.

There Are Wonders In True Affection. It Is A Body Of Enigmas, Mysteries, And Riddles, Wherein Two So Become One, As They Both Become Two.

I Can Hardly Thinke There Was Any Scared Into Heaven; They Go The Surest Way To Heaven Who Would Serve God Without A Hell; Other Mercenaries, That Crouch Unto Him In Feare Of Hell, Though They Terme Themselves Servants, Are Indeed But The Slaves Of The Almighty.

But The Iniquity Of Oblivion Blindly Scattereth Her Poppy, And Deals With The Memory Of Men Without Distinction To Merit Of Perpetuity.