Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

O, What Men Dare Do! What Men May Do! What Men Daily Do, Not Knowing What They Do.

I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.