Our Critical Day Is Not The Very

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It. No Man Hath Affliction Enough That Is Not Matured And Ripened By It And Made Fit For God.

Since You Would Save None Of Me, I Bury Some Of You.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.

And If There Be Any Addition To Knowledge, It Is Rather A New Knowledge Than A Greater Knowledge; Rather A Singularity In A Desire Of Proposing Something That Was Not Knownat All Beforethananimproving, Anadvancing, A Multiplying Of Former Inceptions; And By That Means, No Knowledge Comes To Be Perfect.

All Other Things To Their Destruction Draw, Only Our Love Hath No Decay.