But Think That We Are But Turned

The Psalms Foretell What I, What Any Shall Do And Suffer And Say.

Good Is Not Good, Unless A Thousand It Possess, But Doth Waste With Greediness.

I Do Not Love A Man, Except I Hate His Vices, Because Those Vices Are The Enemies, And The Destruction Of That Friend Whom I Love.

But He Who Loveliness Within Hath Found, All Outward Loathes, For He Who Color Loves, And Skin, Loves But Their Oldest Clothes.

Then Love Is Sin, And Let Me Sinful Be.