...whatever Dies Was Not Mixed Equally, If

And Dare Love That, And Say So Too, And Forget The He And She.

Yesternight The Sun Went Hence, And Yet Is Here Today.

In The First Minute That My Soul Is Infused, The Image Of God Is Imprinted In My Soul; So Forward Is God In My Behalf, And So Early Does He Visit Me.

God Employs Several Translators; Some Pieces Are Translated By Age, Some By Sickness, Some By War, Some By Justice.

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