Barnes Are Blessings.

Her Blood Is Settled, And Her Joints Are Stiff; Life And These Lips Have Long Been Separated: Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost Upon The Sweetest Flower Of All The Field.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.