Who Knows His Virtues Name Or Place,

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

What Gnashing Is Not A Comfort, What Gnawing Of The Worm Is Not A Tickling, What Torment Is Not A Marriage Bed To This Damnation, To Be Secluded Eternally, Eternally, Eternally From The Sight Of God?

Whoever Loves, If He Do Not Propose The Right True End Of Love, He's One That Goes To Sea For Nothing But To Make Him Sick.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee

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