As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
There is no health; physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.
To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!