He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His

Open Thy Gate Of Mercy, Gracious God, My Soul Flies Through These Wounds To Seek Out Thee.

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

So Long As Men Can Breathe, Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.