You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?

A Virtuous And A Christianlike Conclusion-- To Pray For Them That Have Done Scathe To Us.