The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should

Man Hath Weaved Out A Net, And This Net Throwne Upon The Heavens, And Now They Are His Own.

To An Incompetent Judge I Must Not Lie, But I May Be Silent; To A Competent I Must Answer.

...whatever Dies Was Not Mixed Equally, If Our Two Loves Be One Or Thou And I Love So Alike That None Can Slacken, None Can Die.

O Lord, Never Suffer Us To Think That We Can Stand By Ourselves, And Not Need Thee.

To Rage, To Lust, To Write To, To Commend, All Is The Purlieu Of The God Of Love.