The Strong Desires Of Man's Insatiate Breast

False World, Thou Ly'st: Thou Canst Not Lend The Least Delight: Thy Favours Cannot Gain A Friend, They Are So Slight.

Meditation Is The Life Of The Soul: Action, The Soul Of Meditation; And Honor The Reward Of Action.

See How The World (whose Chaste And Pregnant Womb Of Late Conceiv'd, And Brought Forth Nothing Ill) Is Now Degenerated, And Become A Base Adult'ress, Whose False Births Do Fill The Earth With Monsters, Monsters That Do Roam And Rage About, And Make A Trade To Kill: Now Glutt'ny Paunches, And Avarice A Pawn; Pale Envy Pines, Pride Swells, And Sloth Begins To Yawn.

The Voice Of Humility Is God's Music, And The Silence Of Humility Is God's Rhetoric.

Sweet Tastes Have Sour Closes; And He Repents On Thorns That Sleeps In Beds Of Roses.