No Beast So Fierce But Knows Some

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

O Excellent! I Love Long Life Better Than Figs.

When Holy And Devout Religious Men Are At Their Beads, 'tis Hard To Draw Them Thence; So Sweet Is Zealous Contemplation.

Now, My Co-mates And Brothers In Exile, Hath Not Old Custom Made This Life More Sweet Than That Of Painted Pomp? Are Not These Woods More Free From Peril Than The Envious Court?

Tremble, Thou Wretch, That Hast Within Thee Undivulged Crimes Unwhipped Of Justice.