Christ Beats His Drum, But He Does

To An Incompetent Judge I Must Not Lie, But I May Be Silent; To A Competent I Must Answer.

What Gnashing Is Not A Comfort, What Gnawing Of The Worm Is Not A Tickling, What Torment Is Not A Marriage Bed To This Damnation, To Be Secluded Eternally, Eternally, Eternally From The Sight Of God?

Any Man's Death Diminishes Me, Because I Am Involved In Mankind; And Therefore Never Send To Know For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee.

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

Kind Pity Chokes My Spleen.