Satan, That Great Angler, Hath His Sundry

If Ever Two Were One, Then Surely We. If Ever Man Were Lov'd By Wife, Then Thee; If Ever Wife Was Happy In A Man, Compare With Me, Ye Women, If You Can I Prize Thy Love More Than Whole Mines Of Gold. Or All The Riches That The East Doth Hold. My Love Is Such That Rivers Cannot Quench, Nor Ought But Love From Thee, Give Recompense. Thy Love Is Such I Can No Way Repay, The Heavens Reward Thee Manifold Repay, Then While We Live, In Love Let's So Persevere That When We Live No More, We May Live Ever.

It Is Reported Of The Peacock That Priding Himself In His Gay Feathers He Ruffles Them Up; But Spying His Black Feet He Soon Lets Fall His Plumes. So He That Glories In His Gifts And Adornings Should Look Upon His Corruptions, And That Will Damp His High Thoughts.

That When We Live No More, We May Live Ever

The Spring Is A Lively Emblem Of The Resurrection.

Flesh Of My Flesh, Bone Of My Bone, I Here, Though There, Yet Both But One.