My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.

We Credit Most Our Sight; One Eye Doth Please Our Trust Farre More Than Ten Eare-witnesses.

Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Thou Art My Life, My Love, My Heart, The Very Eyes Of Me: And Hast Command Of Every Part To Live And Die For Thee.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of The Eye.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.