Although The Last, Not Least.

O Lord That Lends Me Life, Lend Me A Heart Replete With Thankfulness!

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

Conceit, More Rich In Matter Than In Words, Brags Of His Substance, Not Of Ornament: They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth; But My True Love Is Grown To Such Excess, I Cannot Sum Up Half My Sum Of Wealth.

For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced?

Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things Present, Worse.