Great Sorrows Cannot Speak.

How Great Love Is, Presence Best Trial Makes, But Absence Tries How Long This Love Will Be.

To Know And Feel All This And Not Have The Words To Express It Makes A Human A Grave Of His Own Thoughts.

There Is Hook In Every Benefit, That Sticks In His Jaws That Takes That Benefit, And Draws Him Whither The Benefactor Will.

Nothing But Man Of All Envenomed Things, Doth Work Upon Itself, With Inborn Stings.

Pleasure Is None, If Not Diversified.