“How shall polluted mortals dare To sing Thy glory or Thy grace Beneath Thy feet we lie afar And see but shadows of Thy face.”

“Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.”

“Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, thy dial how thy precious minutes waste”

“Thall shall keep thy religion to thy selves.”

“In Springtime, O Dionysos,To thy holy temple come,To Elis with thy Graces,Rushing with thy bull-foot, come,Noble Bull, Noble Bull”

“Thy books should, like thy friends, not many be/Yet such wherein men may thy judgment see.”

“In lumine Tuo videbimus lumen, in Thy light we shall see the light”