My soule her wings doth spread And heaven-ward flies, Th' Almighty's Mysteries to read In the large volumes of the skies..

I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yet I love the silence; I embrace the wit; A courtship, flowing here in full tide. But loathe the expense, th….

Time! where didst thou those years inter Which I have seene decease?.

As yourselves your empires fall, and every kingdom hath a grave..

He who is good is happy..

No distinction is 'tween man and man, But as his virtues add to him a glory Or vices cloud him..

The stars, bright sentinels of the skies..