Short Time Seems Long In

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

I Love Thee, I Love Thee With A Love That Shall Not Die. Till The Sun Grows Cold And The Stars Grow Old.

Moderate Lamentation Is The Right Of The Dead, Excessive Grief The Enemy To The Living.