Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their

So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine, And I My Self Am Mortgaged To Thy Will, My Self I'll Forfeit, So That Other Mine, Thou Wilt Restore To Be My Comfort Still.

Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety Secure; But Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise, The Tent That Searches To Th' Bottom Of The Worst.

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.