Love Can Do All But Raise The

Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die.

Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

I Hope You Love Birds Too. It Is Economical. It Saves Going To Heaven.

Proud Of My Broken Heart Since Thou Didst Break It, Proud Of The Pain I Did Not Feel Till Thee, Proud Of My Night Since Thou With Moons Dost Slake It, Not To Partake Thy Passion, My Humility.

Renunciation-is A Piercing Virtue-the Letting Go A Presence-for An Expectation-.