Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee,

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

Me Miserable! Which Way Shall I Fly Infinite Wrath And Infinite Despair? Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell; And In The Lowest Deep A Lower Deep, Still Threat'ning To Devour Me, Opens Wide, To Which The Hell I Suffer Seems A Heaven.

Yet Some There Be That By Due Steps Aspire To Lay Their Just Hands On That Golden Key That Opes The Palace Of Eternity.

They Eat, They Drink, And In Communion Sweet Quaff Immortality And Joy.

In God's Intention, A Meet And Happy Conversation Is The Chiefest And Noblest End Of Marriage.