The World No Longer Lets Me Love,

The Spring Is A Lively Emblem Of The Resurrection.

I Prize Thy Love More Than Whole Mines Of Gold Or All The Riches That The East Doth Hold.

I Happy Am, If Well With You.

Iron Till It Be Thoroughly Heated Is Incapable To Be Wrought; So God Sees Good To Cast Some Men Into The Furnace Of Affliction, And Then Beats Them On His Anvil Into What Frame He Desires.

My Love Is Such That Rivers Cannot Quench, Nor Ought But Love From Thee, Give Recompence. Thy Love Is Such I Can No Way Repay, The Heavens Reward Thee Manifold I Pray.