God Employs Several Translators; Some Pieces Are

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.

Great Sins Are Great Possessions; But Levities And Vanities Possess Us Too; And Men Had Rather Part With Christ Than With Any Possession.

My Love Though Silly Is More Brave.

The Distance From Nothing To A Little, Is Ten Thousand Times More, Than From It To The Highest Degree In This Life.

Busy Old Fool, Unruly Sun, Why Dost Thou Thus Through Windows And Through Curtains Call On Us? Must To Thy Motions Lovers Seasons Run?