It Is An Active Flame

Like Will To Like, Each Creature Loves His Kind.

Bid Me To Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine

Show Me Thy Feet, Show Me Thy Legs, Thy Thighs Show Me Those Fleshy Principalities; Show Me That Hill Where Smiling Love Doth Sit, Having A Living Fountain Under It; Show Me Thy Waist, Then Let Me There Withal, By The Ascension Of Thy Lawn, See All.