And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Rhime being no necessary Adjunct or true Ornament of Poem or good Verse, in longer Works especially, but the Invention of a barbarous Age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meeter...the troublesom and modern bondage of Rimeing.
Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.
Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy.
The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the ground?