Do Not Fret, For God Did Not

The Greatest Danger For Most Of Us Is Not That Our Aim Is Too High And We Miss It, But That It Is Too Low And We Reach It.

From Such A Gentle Thing, From Such A Fountain Of All Delight, My Every Pain Is Born.

Even If You Are Divine, You Don't Disdain Male Consorts.

If I Am More Alive Because Love Burns And Chars Me, As A Fire, Given Wood Or Wind, Feels New Elation, It's That He Who Lays Me Low Is My Salvation, And Invigorates The More, The More He Scars Me.

Death And Love Are The Two Wings That Bear The Good Man To Heaven.