Come Live With Me, And Be My

I Count All That Part Of My Life Lost Which I Spent Not In Communion With God, Or In Doing Good.

Whoever Loves, If He Do Not Propose The Right True End Of Love, He's One That Goes To Sea For Nothing But To Make Him Sick.

In Best Understandings, Sin Began, Angels Sinned First, Then Devils, And Then Man.

And New Philosophy Calls All In Doubt, The Element Of Fire Is Quite Put Out; The Sun Is Lost, And The Earth, And No Man's Wit Can Well Direct Him Where To Look For It. And Freely Men Confess That This World's Spent, When In The Planets, And The Firmament They Seek So Many New; Then See That This Is Crumbled Out Again To His Atomies. 'tis All In Pieces, All Coherence Gone; All Just Supply, And All Relation: Prince, Subject, Father, Son, Are Things Forgot.

Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine Is Thine.