As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy.

When the stars threw down their spears, / And watered heaven with their tears, / Did he smile his work to see? / Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven.

I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.