As A Walled Town Is

A Light Heart Lives Long.

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance