Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call And Invite God And His Angels Thither.

. . . Change Is The Nursery Of Musicke, Joy, Life And Eternity.

I Am Two Fools, I Know, For Loving, And For Saying So.

Women Are Like The Arts, Forced Unto None, Open To All Searchers, Unprized, If Unknown.

At Most, The Greatest Persons Are But Great Wens, And Excrescences; Men Of Wit And Delightful Conversation, But As Morals For Ornament, Except They Be So Incorporated Into The Body Of The World That They Contribute Something To The Sustentation Of The Whole.