Pleasure Is None, If Not Diversified.

I Have Done One Braver Thing Than All The Worthies Did, And Yet A Braver Thence Doth Spring, Which Is, To Keep That Hid.

Other Men's Crosses Are Not My Crosses.

I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

I Neglect God And His Angles For The Noise Of A Fly, For The Rattling Of A Coach, For The Whining Of A Door.

To Know And Feel All This And Not Have The Words To Express It Makes A Human A Grave Of His Own Thoughts.