Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not

Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall Hate All Women So, When Thou Art Gone.

God Made Sun And Moon To Distinguish The Seasons, And Day And Night; And We Cannot Have The Fruits Of The Earth But In Their Seasons. But God Hath Made No Decrees To Distinguish The Seasons Of His Mercies. In Paradise The Fruits Were Ripe The First Minute, And In Heaven It Is Always Autumn. His Mercies Are Ever In Their Maturity.

Humiliation Is The Beginning Of Sanctification.

My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both Parts Must Die.

Nothing But Man Of All Envenomed Things, Doth Work Upon Itself, With Inborn Stings.