Love Built On Beauty, Soon As Beauty,

So, So, Break Off This Last Lamenting Kiss, Which Sucks Two Souls, And Vapors Both Away.

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call And Invite God And His Angels Thither.

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.

All Mankind Is One Volume. When One Man Dies, A Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language. And Every Chapter Must Be Translated. God Employs Several Translators; Some Pieces Are Translated By Age, Some By Sickness, Some By War, Some By Justice. But God's Hand Shall Bind Up All Our Scattered Leaves Again For That Library Where Every Book Shall Live Open To One Another

I Shall Not Live 'till I See God; And When I Have Seen Him, I Shall Never Die.