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"Of all which heare I mourne, none comforts mee,
My foes have heard my griefe, and glad they be,
That thou hast done it; But thy promis'd day Will come, when, as I suffer, so shall they.
Let all their wickednesse appeare to thee, Doe unto them, as thou hast done to mee,
For all my sinnes: The sighs which I have had Are very many, and my heart is sad."

"Make all this All, three Quires, heaven, earth, and sphears;
The first, Heaven, hath a song, but no man heares,
The Spheares have Musick, but they have no tongue,
Their harmony is rather danc'd than sung"

"LET mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,
The intelligence that moves, devotion is,
And as the other Spheares, by being growne Subject to forraigne motions, lose their owne, And being, by others hurried every day,
Scarce in a yeare their naturall forme obey: Pleasure or businesses so, our Soules admit For their first mover, and are whirld by it. "

"I said to all my profane mistresses,
Beauty, of pitty, foulnesse onely is
A signe of rigour: so I say to thee,
To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assign'd,
This beauteous forme assures a pitious minde"

"You have not sinn'd, nor need be timorous. But wonder at a greater wonder, for to us Created nature doth these things subdue,
But their Creator, whom sin, nor nature tyed, For us, his Creatures, and his foes, hath dyed."

"I AM a little world made cunningly
Of Elements, and an Angelike spright,
But black sinne hath betraid to endlesse night My worlds both parts, and (oh)‚
both parts must die. "