I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book

Come What Sorrow Can, It Cannot Countervail The Exchange Of Joy, That One Short Minute Gives Me In Her Sight

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.

My Dear, Dear Lord, The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Afford Is Spotless Reputation; That Away Men Are But Gilded Loan Or Painted Clay... Mine Honor Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done.

Woah Is Me To Have Seen What I Seen See What I See

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One