We that are bound by vows and by promotion, With pomp of holy sacrifice and rites, To teach belief in good and still devotion, To preach of heaven's wonders and delights- Yet, when each of us in his own heart looks, He finds the God there far unlike his books.

Three things there be in man's opinion dear, Fame, many friends, and fortune's dignities: False visions all, which in our sense appear, To sanctify desire's id…

O wearisome condition of humanity!

In night when colours all to black are cast, Distinction lost, or gone down with the light; The eye-a watch to inward senses placed, Not seeing, yet still havi…