I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

Other Men's Crosses Are Not My Crosses.

Let Man's Soul Be A Sphere, And Then, In This, The Intelligence That Moves, Devotion Is.

If I Dream I Have You, I Have You, For All Our Joys Are But Fantastical.

Die Not, Poore Death, Nor Yet Canst Thou Kill Me.

Poor Heretics There Be,which Think To Establish Dangerous Constancy,but I Have Told Them, ‘since You Will Be True,you Shall Be True To Them, Who Are False To You.