Within The Book And Volume

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

Under The Colour Of Commending Him I Have Access My Own Love To Prefer; But Silvia Is Too Fair, Too True, Too Holy, To Be Corrupted With My Worthless Gifts.

If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.