Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

Time is the subtle thief of youth.

What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?

God is decreeing to begin some newand great period in his Church, even to the reforming of Reformation itself. What does he then but reveal Himself to his servants, and as his manner is, first to his Englishmen?

Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.

Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.