There Is No Greater Sorrow Than To

The Three Divine Are In This Hierarchy, First The Dominions, And The Virtues Next; And The Third Order Is That Of The Powers. The In The Dances Twain Penultimate The Principalities And Archangels Wheel; The Last Is Wholly Of Angelic Sports. These Orders Upward All Of Them Are Gazing, And Downward So Prevail, That Unto God They All Attracted Are And All Attract.

Lost Are We, And Are Only So Far Punished, That Without Hope We Live On In Desire.

Infinite Goodness Has Such Wide Arms.

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

Because There Is No Man Who Can Be True And Just Judge Of Himself, So Much Will Self-love Deceive Him.