Let Not Thy Divining Heart Forethink Me

No Man Is An Island, Entire Of Itself; Every Man Is A Piece Of The Continent.

Come Live With Me, And Be My Love, And We Will Some New Pleasures Prove Of Golden Sands, And Crystal Brooks, With Silken Lines, And Silver Hooks.

God Employs Several Translators; Some Pieces Are Translated By Age, Some By Sickness, Some By War, Some By Justice.

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

O Lord, Never Suffer Us To Think That We Can Stand By Ourselves, And Not Need Thee.