Those Saints, Which God Loves Best, The

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

Hell Is No Other But A Soundlesse Pit, Where No One Beame Of Comfort Peeps In It.

Temptations Hurt Not, Though They Have Accesse; Satan O'ercomes None But By Willingnesse.

Her Eyes The Glowworm Lend Thee, The Shooting Stars Attend Thee; And The Elves Also, Whose Little Eyes Glow Like The Sparks Of Fire, Befriend Thee.