What Seest Thou Else In The Dark

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

Can It Be That Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness? Having Waste Ground Enough, Shall We Desire To Raze The Sanctuary And Pitch Our Evils There?