I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

so full of shapes is fancy

For now they kill me with a living death.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.