Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You

Those Spacious Regions Where Our Fancies Roam, Pain'd By The Past, Expecting Ills To Come, In Some Dread Moment, By The Fates Assign'd, Shall Pass Away, Nor Leave A Rack Behind; And Time's Revolving Wheels Shall Lose At Last The Speed That Spins The Future And The Past: And, Sovereign Of An Undisputed Throne, Awful Eternity Shall Reign Alone.

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.

Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity As To Our Coming Into This World And What Will Follow Our Departure.

Alack Our Life, So Beautiful To See, With How Much Ease Life Losest, In A Day, What Many Years With Pain And Toil Amassed!

A Good Death Does Honour To A Whole Life.