I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.

If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

The sun must not set upon anger, much less will I let the sun set upon the anger of God towards me.

Between these two, the denying of sins, which we have done, and the bragging of sins, which we have not done, what a space, what a compass is there, for millions of millions of sins!

Death, thou shalt die.