For We, Which Now Behold These Present

Where Love Is Great, The Littlest Doubts Are Fear; Where Little Fears Grow Great, Great Love Grows There.

Who Finds The Heifer Dead And Bleeding Fresh And Sees Fast-by A Butcher With An Axe, But Will Suspect 'twas He That Made The Slaughter?

Desire Of Having Is The Sin Of Covetousness.

Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.