Reader, I was once living as thou art: remember that one day thou wilt be as I am now.—A.
This is a sinner's grave: pray that thou also enter not into temptation.—A.
"Christians, hope and pray."
Reader, live to-day to the glory of God: how knowest thou whether thou shalt live to-morrow?—A.
We are not dead, but waiting.—A.
"What I gave, I have;
What I spent, I had;
What I left, I lost by not giving it."
(Tomb of Thomas Ravenscroft, 1708. Westminster Abbey.)
"O thou that passest by, revere the waiting dead."
"O Death, what art thou? an husbandman that reapeth always,
Out of season, as in season, with the sickle in his hand."
"How full of dread, how full of hope, loometh inevitable death:
Of dread, for all have sinned; of hope, for One hath saved."
"Death is the gift of Life, but Life is the gift of Death."
