It Is Too Little To Call Man

Can There Be Worse Sickness, Than To Know That We Are Never Well, Nor Can Be So?

In Best Understandings, Sin Began, Angels Sinned First, Then Devils, And Then Man.

Our Two Souls Therefore Which Are One, Though I Must Go, Endure Not Yet A Breach, But An Expansion, Like Gold To Airy Thinness Beat.

The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should I Abjure My So Much Loved Variety.

Death Comes Equally To Us All, And Makes Us All Equal When It Comes.