Virtue Is The Fount Whence

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.

Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.

Why Should You Love Him Whom The World Hates So? Because He Love Me More Than All The World.

O Soul, Be Changed Into Little Waterdrops, / And Fall Into The Ocean, Ne'er Be Found!