More Childish Valorous Than Manly Wise.

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

What Feeds Me Destroys Me.

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?

He That Loves Pleasure Must For Pleasure Fall.

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