The very instant that I saw You, did my heart fly to Your service; there resides, To make me slave to it; and for Your sake.
And as the morning steals upon the night, melting the darkness, so their rising senses begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle their clearer reason.
You mar our labour: keep your cabins:you do assist the storm[...] What cares these roarers for the name of king?
How now, spirit, whither wander you?
There is no evil angel but Love.