“Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art banished.”
“Death be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so.”
“If thou art willing to suffer no adversity, how wilt thou be the friend of Christ?”
“But, oh, when gloomy doubts prevail,I fear to call thee mine;The springs of comfort seem to fail,And all my hopes decline.Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?Thou art my only trust;And still my soul would cleave to thee,Though prostrate in the dust.”
“I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.”
“Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear,Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.”