Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water, Which Never Ceaseth To Enlarge Itself, Till, By Broad Spreading, It Disperse To Naught.

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.

Season Your Admiration For A While.

Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire; Doubt That The Sun Doth Move; Doubt Truth To Be A Liar; But Never Doubt I Love.

Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones.