Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.

The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.