Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall

The Sun Must Not Set Upon Anger, Much Less Will I Let The Sun Set Upon The Anger Of God Towards Me.

All Our Life Is But A Going Out To The Place Of Execution, To Death.

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

In Best Understandings, Sin Began, Angels Sinned First, Then Devils, And Then Man.

Send Home My Long Strayed Eyes To Me, Which (oh) Too Long Have Dwelt On Thee.