It Is Love That Asks,

Singing Is A Lover's Thing.

In Doing What We Ought We Deserve No Praise, Because It Is Our Duty.

Therefore, Give To The Poor. I Beg You, I Admonish You, I Charge You, I Command You To Give.

I Was Looking For Something To Love, For I Was In Love With Loving, And I Hated Security And A Smooth Way, Free From Snares.

It Is The Function Of Perfection To Make One Know One's Imperfection.