I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water, Which Never Ceaseth To Enlarge Itself, Till, By Broad Spreading, It Disperse To Naught.

All Things That We Ordained Festival Turn From Their Office To Black Funeral-- Our Instruments To Melancholy Bells, Our Wedding Cheer To A Sad Burial Feast; Our Solemn Hymns To Sullen Dirges Change; Our Bridal Flowers Serve For A Buried Corse; And All Things Change Them To The Contrary.

A True Repentance Shuns The Evil Itself, More Than The External Suffering Or The Shame.