Keep Us, Lord, So Awake In The

Be More Than Man, Or Thou'rt Less Than An Ant.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

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

But He Who Loveliness Within Hath Found, All Outward Loathes, For He Who Color Loves, And Skin, Loves But Their Oldest Clothes.