Sometimes The Best Gain Is To Lose.

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.

All Things Have Their Place, Knew Wee How To Place Them.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

Cruelty Is More Cruell, If We Defer The Pain.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.