Send Home My Long Strayed Eyes To

Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It Cannot Be So.

Between Cowardice And Despair, Valour Is Gendred.

And Now Good Morrow To Our Waking Souls, Which Watch Not One Another Out Of Fear; For Love, All Love Of Other Sights Controls, And Makes One Little Room, An Everywhere. Let Sea-discoverers To New Worlds Have Gone, Let Maps To Other, Worlds On Worlds Have Shown, Let Us Possess One World, Each Hath One, And Is One.

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

It Is Too Little To Call Man A Little World; Except God, Man Is A Diminutive To Nothing.