Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.

Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.

In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain

Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.