We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick

Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.

Come, Swear It, Damn Thyself, Lest, Being Like One Of Heaven, The Devils Themselves Should Fear To Seize Thee; Therefore Be Double-damned, Swear,--thou Art Honest.

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.