I Am Two Fools, I Know, For

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

And If There Be Any Addition To Knowledge, It Is Rather A New Knowledge Than A Greater Knowledge; Rather A Singularity In A Desire Of Proposing Something That Was Not Knownat All Beforethananimproving, Anadvancing, A Multiplying Of Former Inceptions; And By That Means, No Knowledge Comes To Be Perfect.

How Many Times Go We To Comedies, To Masques, To Places Of Great And Noble Resort, Nay Even To Church Only To See The Company.

Die Not, Poore Death, Nor Yet Canst Thou Kill Me.

Filled With Her Love, May I Be Rather Grown Mad With Much Heart, Than Idiot With None.