God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

Whoever loves, if he do not propose the right true end of love, he's one that goes to sea for nothing but to make him sick

As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery

Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our callings that we may sleep in Thy peace and wake in Thy glory

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.