Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine

Religion Is Not A Melancholy, The Spirit Of God Is Not A Damper.

When I Died Last, And, Dear, I Die As Often As From Thee I Go Though It Be But An Hour Ago, And Lovers' Hours Be Full Eternity.

At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow Your Trumpets, Angels.

How Much Shall I Be Changed, Before I Am Changed!

Great Sins Are Great Possessions; But Levities And Vanities Possess Us Too; And Men Had Rather Part With Christ Than With Any Possession.