He Who Placed Me In This Seat

There Is Only One Christ, Jesus, One Faith. All Else Is A Dispute Over Trifles.

I Grieve And Dare Not Show My Discontent, I Love And Yet Am Forced To Seem To Hate, I Do, Yet Dare Not Say I Ever Meant, I Seem Stark Mute But Inwardly Do Prate. I Am And Not, I Freeze And Yet Am Burned, Since From Myself Another Self I Turned. My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

I Do Not Choose That My Grave Should Be Dug While I Am Still Alive.

I Pray To God That I Shall Not Live One Hour After I Have Thought Of Using Deception.

Where Might Is Mixed With Wit, There Is Too Good An Accord In A Government.