We Were Not Born To

Thus With A Kiss I Die

My Love Is Thine To Teach; Teach It But How, And Thou Shalt See How Apt It Is To Learn. Any Hard Lesson That May Do Thee Good.

O, A Kiss Long As My Exile, Sweet As My Revenge! Now, By The Jealous Queen Of Heaven, That Kiss I Carried From Thee, Dear, And My True Lip Hath Virgined It E'er Since.

Let Me Be That I Am And Seek Not To Alter Me.

So Every Bondman In His Own Hand Bears The Power To Cancel His Captivity.