Alas, Their Love May Be Call'd Appetite.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get. I To The World Am Like A Drop Of Water That In The Ocean Seeks Another Drop, Who, Falling There To Find His Fellow Forth, Unseen, Inquisitive, Confounds Himself: So I, To Find A Mother And A Brother, In Quest Of Them, Unhappy, Lose Myself.

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

They Were Devils Incarnate.

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

Well, God's Above All; And There Be Souls Must Be Saved, And There Be Souls Must Not Be Saved.