Passion Makes The Will Lord Of The

For This Relief, Much Thanks

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

Have I Thought Long To See This Morning’s Face, And Doth It Give Me Such A Sight As This?

A Rarer Spirit Never Did Steer Humanity; But You Gods Will Give Us Some Faults To Make Us Men.

I Were Better To Be Eaten To Death With A Rust Than To Be Scoured To Nothing With Perpetual Motion.