I Neglect God And His Angles For

I Shall Die Reading; Since My Book And A Grave Are So Near.

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

The Flea, Though He Kill None, He Does All The Harm He Can.

Poor Heretics There Be,which Think To Establish Dangerous Constancy,but I Have Told Them, ‘since You Will Be True,you Shall Be True To Them, Who Are False To You.

Only Our Love Hath No Decay; This, No Tomorrow Hath, Nor Yesterday, Running It Never Runs From Us Away, But Truly Keeps His First, Last, Everlasting Day.