To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But

True Joy Is The Earnest Which We Have Of Heaven, It Is The Treasure Of The Soul, And Therefore Should Be Laid In A Safe Place, And Nothing In This World Is Safe To Place It In.

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

O Lord, Never Suffer Us To Think That We Can Stand By Ourselves, And Not Need Thee.

Who Are A Little Wise The Best Fools Be.

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.