…all Things Created Have An Order In

It Was The Hour Of Morning, When The Sun Mounts With Those Stars That Shone With It When God's Own Love First Set In Motion Those Fair Things

Love Hath So Long Possessed Me For His Own And Made His Lordship So Familiar.

Fame Is Not Won On Downy Plumes Nor Under Canopies; The Man Who Consumes His Days Without Obtaining It Leaves Such Mark Of Himself On Earth As Smoke In Air Or Foam On Water.

The Only Fit Reply To A Fit Request Is Silence And The Fact.

There, Pride, Avarice, And Envy Are The Tongues Men Know And Heed, A Babel Of Depsair