God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering

We Do Pray For Mercy, And That Same Prayer Doth Teach Us All To Render The Deeds Of Mercy.

Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

To Be Slow In Words Is A Woman's Only Virtue.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.