Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One

Charity Itself Fulfills The Law. And Who Can Sever Love From Charity?

Things Sweet To Taste Prove In Digestion Sour.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.

My Joy Is Death- Death, At Whose Name I Oft Have Been Afeard, Because I Wish'd This World's Eternity.