I Will Not Be Sworn But Love

So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine, And I My Self Am Mortgaged To Thy Will, My Self I'll Forfeit, So That Other Mine, Thou Wilt Restore To Be My Comfort Still.

I Hate Ingratitude More In A Man Than Lying, Vainness, Babbling, Drunkenness, Or Any Taint Of Vice Whose Strong Corruption Inhabits Our Frail Blood".

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.

My Love Is Deep; The More I Give To Thee, The More I Have, Both Are Infinite.

What Thing, In Honor, Had My Father Lost, That Need To Be Revived And Breathed In Me?