For God's Sake Hold Your Tongue, And

How Much Shall I Be Changed, Before I Am Changed!

Men Perish With Whispering Sins-nay, With Silent Sins, Sins That Never Tell The Conscience That They Are Sins, As Often With Crying Sins; And In Hell There Shall Meet As Many Men That Never Thought What Was Sin, As That Spent All Their Thoughts In The Compassing Of Sin.

To Know And Feel All This And Not Have The Words To Express It Makes A Human A Grave Of His Own Thoughts.

If I Dream I Have You, I Have You, For All Our Joys Are But Fantastical.

Love Built On Beauty, Soon As Beauty, Dies.