Friends Are Ourselves.

If They Be Two, They Are Two So As Stiff Twin Compasses Are Two, Thy Soul The Fixt Foot, Makes No Show To Move, But Doth, If The Other Do.

Reason Is Our Soul's Left Hand, Faith Her Right, By These We Reach Divinity

I Am A Little World Made Cunningly.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.

Eternity Is Not An Everlasting Flux Of Time, But Time Is As A Short Parenthesis In A Long Period.