By a certain fate, great acts, and great eloquence have most commonly gone hand in hand, equalling and honoring each other in the same ages.

Where all life dies death lives.

Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep.

Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

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

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.