I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

Other Men's Crosses Are Not My Crosses.

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.

Without Outward Declarations, Who Can Conclude An Inward Love?

A Man That Is Not Afraid Of A Lion Is Afraid Of A Cat .

And Now Good Morrow To Our Waking Souls, Which Watch Not One Another Out Of Fear; For Love, All Love Of Other Sights Controls, And Makes One Little Room, An Everywhere. Let Sea-discoverers To New Worlds Have Gone, Let Maps To Other, Worlds On Worlds Have Shown, Let Us Possess One World, Each Hath One, And Is One.