The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His

I Have A Kind Soul That Would Give You Thanks. And Knows Not How To Do It But With Tears.

Thou Know'st 'tis Common; All That Lives Must Die, Passing Through Nature To Eternity.

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet

The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost.

Take You Me For A Sponge?