I Love Thee; None But Thee, And

If Circumstances Lead Me, I Will Find Where Truth Is Hid, Though It Were Hid Indeed Within The Centre.

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.

Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet She Will Plod.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!