My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.
So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
Such joy ambition finds.