As Soon As There Was Two There

On A Huge Hill, Cragged, And Steep, Truth Stands, And Hee That Will Reach Her, About Must, And About Must Goo.

Poetry Is A Counterfeit Creation, And Makes Things That Are Not, As Though They Were

. . . Change Is The Nursery Of Musicke, Joy, Life And Eternity.

But I Do Nothing Upon Myself, And Yet I Am My Own Executioner.

Chastity Is Not Chastity In An Old Man, But A Disability To Be Unchaste.