It Is Fine To Stand

He Is A Fool Who Is Not For Love And Beauty. I Speak Unto The Young, For I Am Of Them And Always Shall Be.

What Men Call Accident Is God's Own Part.

It Is Sad To See The Light Of Beauty Wane Away, Know Eyes Are Dimming, Bosoms Shrivelling, Feet Losing Their Springs, And Limbs Their Lily Roundness; But It Is Worse To Feel The Heart-spring Gone, To Lose Hope, Care Not For The Coming Thing, And Feel All Things Go To Decay Within Us.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate Of Sin.