Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee,

Sole Reigning Holds The Tyranny Of Heav'n.

What Boots It At One Gate To Make Defence, And At Another To Let In The Foe?

Such Joy Ambition Finds.

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine: To Know No More Is Woman's Happiest Knowledge And Her Praise. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.