Try To Be Of Some

[w]e All Lie Down In Our Bed Of Earth As Sure To Wake As Ever We Can Be To Shut Our Eyes.

Our Good Purposes Foreslowed Are Become Our Tormentors Upon Our Deathbed.

There Is Many A Rich Stone Laid Up In The Bowels Of The Earth, Many A Fair Pearl Laid Up In The Bosom Of The Sea, That Never Was Seen, Nor Never Shall Be.

God Loveth Adverbs; And Cares Not How Good, But How Well.

This Field Is So Spacious That It Were Easy For A Man To Lose Himself In It; And If I Should Spend All My Pilgrimage In This Walk, My Time Would Sooner End Than My Way.