The Psalms Foretell What I, What Any

Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go, For Weariness Of Thee, Nor In Hope The World Can Show A Fitter Love For Me; But Since That I Must Die At Last, 'tis Best, To Use My Self In Jest Thus By Feign'd Deaths To Die.

Religion Is Not A Melancholy, The Spirit Of God Is Not A Damper.

My Love Though Silly Is More Brave.

So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Often.

A Man That Is Not Afraid Of A Lion Is Afraid Of A Cat .