Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.

So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.

Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.

The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.

And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Solitude sometimes is best society.