Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go, For

Humiliation Is The Beginning Of Sanctification.

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee

What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?

Here Lies A She Sun, And A He Moon There; She Gives The Best Light To His Sphere; Or Each Is Both, And All, And So They Unto One Another Nothing Owe; And Yet They Do, But Are So Just And Rich In That Coin Which They Pay, That Neither Would, Nor Needs Forbear, Nor Stay; Neither Desires To Be Spared Nor To Spare. They Quickly Pay Their Debt, And Then Take No Acquittances, But Pay Again; They Pay, They Give, They Lend, And So Let Fall No Such Occasion To Be Liberal. More Truth, More Courage In These Two Do Shine, Than All Thy Turtles Have And Sparrows, Valentine.