Love Is Not Love That Alters When

Devils Soonest Tempt, Resembling Spirits Of Light.

. . . It Is Impossible You Should Take True Root But By The Fair Weather That You Make Yourself It Is Needful That You Frame The Season Of Your Own Harvest.

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.

Well, God's Above All; And There Be Souls Must Be Saved, And There Be Souls Must Not Be Saved.

It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance