Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

. . . It Is Impossible You Should Take True Root But By The Fair Weather That You Make Yourself It Is Needful That You Frame The Season Of Your Own Harvest.

Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!

Adieu! I Have Too Grieved A Heart To Take A Tedious Leave.

The King-becoming Graces, As Justice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stableness, Bounty, Perseverance, Mercy, Lowliness, Devotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude, I Have No Relish Of Them, But Abound In The Division Of Each Several Crime, Acting In Many Ways.