There Is In Every Miracle A Silent

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

Never Start With Tomorrow To Reach Eternity. Eternity Is Not Being Reached By Small Steps.

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.

Festive Alcohol Sometimes Leads To An Excess Of Honesty.

A Bride, Before A "good-night" Could Be Said, Should Vanish From Her Clothes Into Her Bed, As Souls From Bodies Steal, And Are Not Spied. But Now She's Laid; What Though She Be? Yet There Are More Delays, For Where Is He? He Comes And Passeth Through Sphere After Sphere; First Her Sheets, Then Her Arms, Then Anywhere. Let Not This Day, Then, But This Night Be Thine; Thy Day Was But The Eve To This, O Valentine.