I Am Two Fools, I Know, For

This Only Is Charity, To Do All, All That We Can.

That Subtle Knot Which Makes Us Man So Must Pure Lovers Souls Descend T Affections, And To Faculties, Which Sense May Reach And Apprehend, Else A Great Prince In Prison Lies.

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

Religion Is Not A Melancholy, The Spirit Of God Is Not A Damper.

. . . Change Is The Nursery Of Musicke, Joy, Life And Eternity.