Religion Is Not A Melancholy, The Spirit

Let Man's Soul Be A Sphere, And Then, In This, The Intelligence That Moves, Devotion Is.

What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?

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.

I Will Not Look Upon The Quickening Sun, But Straight Her Beauty To My Sense Shall Run; The Air Shall Note Her Soft, The Fire Most Pure; Water Suggest Her Clear, And The Earth Sure; Time Shall Not Lose Our Passages.

God Himself Took A Day To Rest In, And A Good Man's Grave Is His Sabbath.