Wickedness Comes To Its Height By Degrees.

If We Had No Winter, The Spring Would Not Be So Pleasant.

The World No Longer Lets Me Love, My Hope And Treasure Are Above.

Authority Without Wisdom Is Like A Heavy Ax Without An Edge -- Fitter To Bruise Than Polish.

It Is Reported Of The Peacock That Priding Himself In His Gay Feathers He Ruffles Them Up; But Spying His Black Feet He Soon Lets Fall His Plumes. So He That Glories In His Gifts And Adornings Should Look Upon His Corruptions, And That Will Damp His High Thoughts.

If Ever Two Were One, Then Surely We. If Ever Man Were Lov'd By Wife, Then Thee; If Ever Wife Was Happy In A Man, Compare With Me, Ye Women, If You Can I Prize Thy Love More Than Whole Mines Of Gold. Or All The Riches That The East Doth Hold. My Love Is Such That Rivers Cannot Quench, Nor Ought But Love From Thee, Give Recompense. Thy Love Is Such I Can No Way Repay, The Heavens Reward Thee Manifold Repay, Then While We Live, In Love Let's So Persevere That When We Live No More, We May Live Ever.