O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay.
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to see the company.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
No man is an island unto himself.