Who Knows His Virtues Name Or Place,

Eternity Is Not An Everlasting Flux Of Time, But Time Is As A Short Parenthesis In A Long Period.

I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

Busy Old Fool, Unruly Sun, Why Dost Thou Thus Through Windows And Through Curtains Call On Us? Must To Thy Motions Lovers Seasons Run?

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