Take Heede Of The Viniger

God's Breath In Man Returning To His Birth, The Soul In Paraphrase, Heart In Pilgrimage.

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.

A Fair Day In Winter Is The Mother Of A Storme.

Halfe The World Knowes Not How The Other Halfe Lies.

Who Doth His Owne Businesse, Foules Not His Hands.