O Lord, Never Suffer Us To Think

O Lord, Never Suffer Us To Think That We Can Stand By Ourselves, And Not Need Thee.

There Is Hook In Every Benefit, That Sticks In His Jaws That Takes That Benefit, And Draws Him Whither The Benefactor Will.

When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language.

Our Two Souls Therefore Which Are One, Though I Must Go, Endure Not Yet A Breach, But An Expansion, Like Gold To Airy Thinness Beat.

If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree, Whose Fruit Threw Death On Else Immortal Us, If Lecherous Goats, If Serpents Envious Cannot Be Damned; Alas; Why Should I Be?