Twixt Kings And Tyrants There's This Difference

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.

Thou Art My Life, My Love, My Heart, The Very Eyes Of Me: And Hast Command Of Every Part To Live And Die For Thee.

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.

Feed Him Ye Must, Whose Food Fills You. And That This Pleasure Is Like Raine, Not Sent Ye For To Drowne Your Paine, But For To Make It Spring Againe.

A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.