A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end.

In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.

God sure esteems the growth and completing of one virtuous person, more that the restraint of ten vicious.

Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.

Death ready stands to interpose his dart.

This manner of writing wherein knowing myself inferior to myself? I have the use, as I may account it, but of my left hand.