I Am A Little World Made Cunningly.

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

...whatever Dies Was Not Mixed Equally, If Our Two Loves Be One Or Thou And I Love So Alike That None Can Slacken, None Can Die.

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

Man Hath Weaved Out A Net, And This Net Throwne Upon The Heavens, And Now They Are His Own.

All Our Life Is But A Going Out To The Place Of Execution, To Death.