Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any

Doth Not A Man Die Even In His Birth? The Breaking Of Prison Is Death, And What Is Our Birth, But A Breaking Of Prison?

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.

Reason Is Our Soul's Left Hand, Faith Her Right, By These We Reach Divinity

All Other Things To Their Destruction Draw, Only Our Love Hath No Decay.

Doubt Wisely; In Strange Way To Stand Inquiring Right, Is Not To Stray; To Sleep, Or Run Wrong, Is.