Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

The Private Wound Is Deepest. O Time Most Accurst, 'mongst All Foes That A Friend Should Be The Worst!

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

If I May Trust The Flattering Truth Of Sleep, My Dreams Presage Some Joyful News At Hand. My Bosom's Lord Sits Lightly In His Throne, And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.

Although The Last, Not Least.