I Long To Talk With

Then Love Is Sin, And Let Me Sinful Be.

Busy Old Fool, Unruly Sun, Why Dost Thou Thus Through Windows And Through Curtains Call On Us? Must To Thy Motions Lovers Seasons Run?

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call And Invite God And His Angels Thither.

The Difference Between The Reason Of Man And The Instinct Of The Beast Is This, That The Beast Does But Know, But The Man Knows That He Knows.

Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It Cannot Be So.