I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A

Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor Himself.

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

So Many Horrid Ghosts.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

I Can Easier Teach Twenty What Were Good To Be Done, Than Be One Of The Twenty To Follow Mine Own Teaching.