Love That Well Which Thou

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!

The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another.

He That Is Robbed, Not Wanting What Is Stolen, Him Not Know T, And He's Not Robbed At All.