Nature Hath No Goal Though She Hath

Send Home My Long Strayed Eyes To Me, Which (oh) Too Long Have Dwelt On Thee.

If They Be Two, They Are Two So As Stiff Twin Compasses Are Two, Thy Soul The Fixt Foot, Makes No Show To Move, But Doth, If The Other Do.

Love Is Strong As Death; But Nothing Else Is As Strong As Either; And Both, Love And Death, Met In Christ. How Strong And Powerful Upon You, Then, Should That Instruction Be, That Comes To You From Both These, The Love And Death Of Jesus Christ!

The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should I Abjure My So Much Loved Variety.

What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?