Send Home My Long Strayed Eyes To

What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?

I Do Not Love A Man, Except I Hate His Vices, Because Those Vices Are The Enemies, And The Destruction Of That Friend Whom I Love.

Friends Are Ourselves.

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

As He That Fears God Fears Nothing Else, So He That Sees God Sees Everything Else.