Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

They Are Fairies; He That Speaks To Them Shall Die. I'll Wink And Couch; No Man Their Works Must Eye.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.