All Whom War, Dearth, Age, Agues, Tyrannies,

Busy Old Fool, Unruly Sun, Why Dost Thou Thus Through Windows And Through Curtains Call On Us? Must To Thy Motions Lovers Seasons Run?

And If There Be Any Addition To Knowledge, It Is Rather A New Knowledge Than A Greater Knowledge; Rather A Singularity In A Desire Of Proposing Something That Was Not Knownat All Beforethananimproving, Anadvancing, A Multiplying Of Former Inceptions; And By That Means, No Knowledge Comes To Be Perfect.

Licence My Roving Hands, And Let Them Go Before, Behind, Between, Above, Below.

Love Is A Growing, Or Full Constant Light; And His First Minute, After Noon, Is Night.

Humiliation Is The Beginning Of Sanctification.