Truth hath a quiet breast.

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

A light heart lives long.

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

... And death unloads thee.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!