Ask Not For Whom The

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

Now God Comes To Thee, Not As In The Dawning Of The Day, Not As In The Bud Of The Spring, But As The Sun At Noon To Illustrate All Shadows, As The Sheaves In Harvest, To Fill All Penuries, All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.

My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both Parts Must Die.

I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

Chastity Is Not Chastity In An Old Man, But A Disability To Be Unchaste.