Love Makes One Fitt For Any Work.

God Comes To See Without A Bell.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

Shewa Good Man His Errour And He Turnes It To A Vertue, But An Ill, It Doubles His Fault.

Play Not For Gain, But Sport. Who Plays For More Than He Can Lose With Pleasure, Stakes His Heart; Perhaps His Wife's Too, And Whom She Hath Bore.

After So Many Deaths I Live And Write.