Be Lowly Wise: Think Only What Concerns

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

So Many Laws Argues So Many Sins.

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

Here The Great Art Lies, To Discern In What The Law Is To Be To Restraint And Punishment, And In What Things Persuasion Only Is To Work.

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.