Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!

We Should Hold Day With The Antipodes, If You Would Walk In Absence Of The Sun.

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love.

No, No, I Am But Shadow Of Myself: You Are Deceived, My Substance Is Not Here.