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He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get. I To The World Am Like A Drop Of Water That In The Ocean Seeks Another Drop, Who, Falling There To Find His Fellow Forth, Unseen, Inquisitive, Confounds Himself: So I, To Find A Mother And A Brother, In Quest Of Them, Unhappy, Lose Myself.

I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of Love, Than This Kind Kiss.

Great Men May Jest With Saints; 'tis Wit In Them; But, In The Less Foul Profanation.

As I Love The Name Of Honour More Than I Fear Death.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.