My Crown Is Called Content,

We Are Not The First Who With Best Meaning Have Incurred The Worst

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

My Joy Is Death- Death, At Whose Name I Oft Have Been Afeard, Because I Wish'd This World's Eternity.

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

This Blessed Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England.