Beggar That I Am, I Am Even

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster

However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It Has No Wings To Fly From God.

When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought I Summon Up Remembrance Of Things Past, I Sigh The Lack Of Many A Thing I Sought.

Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is Method In't.