Who Over-refines His Argument Brings Himself To

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.

Five Enemies Of Peace Inhabit With Us - Avarice, Ambition, Envy, Anger, And Pride; If These Were To Be Banished, We Should Infallibly Enjoy Perpetual Peace.

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.

I Looked Back At The Summit Of The Mountain, Which Seemed But A Cubit High In Comparison With The Height Of Human Contemplation, Were In Not Too Often Merged In The Corruptions Of The Earth.