Death, Thou Shalt Die.

As He That Fears God Fears Nothing Else, So He That Sees God Sees Everything Else.

There Is In Every Miracle A Silent Chiding Of The World, And A Tacit Reprehension Of Them Who Require, Or Who Need Miracles.

Pleasure Is None, If Not Diversified.

Yet Nothing Can To Nothing Fall, Nor Any Place Be Empty Quite; Therefore I Think My Breast Hath All Those Pieces Still, Though They Be Not Unite; And Now, As Broken Glasses Show A Hundred Lesser Faces, So My Rags Of Heart Can Like, Wish, And Adore, But After One Such Love, Can Love No More.

Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine Is Thine.