We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.
We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.
Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.
The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.
Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.
Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls but the shadows of the living. All things fall under this name. The sun itself is but the dark simulacrum, and light but the shadow of God.
I am not so much afraid of death, as ashamed thereof tis the very disgrace and ignominy of our natures.
Death is the cure for all diseases.
Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.
Sleep is a death, O make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed.
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, Sleep is so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories