We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.

Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful

My heart is ever at your service.

We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.

O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !