Death from sin no power can separate.

The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.

Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.

Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.

To live a life half dead, a living death.

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.