My World's Both Parts, And

I Will Not Look Upon The Quickening Sun, But Straight Her Beauty To My Sense Shall Run; The Air Shall Note Her Soft, The Fire Most Pure; Water Suggest Her Clear, And The Earth Sure; Time Shall Not Lose Our Passages.

There Is Nothing That God Hath Established In A Constant Course Of Nature, And Which Therefore Is Done Every Day, But Would Seem A Miracle, And Exercise Our Admiration, If It Were Done But Once.

Without Outward Declarations, Who Can Conclude An Inward Love?

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call And Invite God And His Angels Thither.

Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It Cannot Be So.