Then Love Is Sin, And

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

Despair Is The Damp Of Hell, As Joy Is The Serenity Of Heaven.

God Made Sun And Moon To Distinguish The Seasons, And Day And Night; And We Cannot Have The Fruits Of The Earth But In Their Seasons. But God Hath Made No Decrees To Distinguish The Seasons Of His Mercies. In Paradise The Fruits Were Ripe The First Minute, And In Heaven It Is Always Autumn. His Mercies Are Ever In Their Maturity.

'tis The Year's Midnight, And It Is The Day's.

Love Is A Growing, Or Full Constant Light; And His First Minute, After Noon, Is Night.