Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

“I can again thy former light restore,Should I repent me: but once put out thy l…”

“where civil blood makes civil hands unclean”

“Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong …”

“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:They pray: grant thou, lest faith…”