Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My Heart Of Grief.

Absence Doth Sharpen Love, Presence Strengthens It; The One Brings Fuel, The Other Blows It Till It Burns Clear.

Doubt Is A Thief That Often Makes Us Fear To Tread Where We Might Have Won.

Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

Since My Dear Soul Was Mistress Of Her Choice And Could Of Men Distinguish Her Election, Sh'ath Sealed Thee For Herself.