I Neglect God And His Angles For

All Mankind Is One Volume. When One Man Dies, A Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language. And Every Chapter Must Be Translated. God Employs Several Translators; Some Pieces Are Translated By Age, Some By Sickness, Some By War, Some By Justice. But God's Hand Shall Bind Up All Our Scattered Leaves Again For That Library Where Every Book Shall Live Open To One Another

Nature's Lay Idiot, I Taught Thee To Love.

Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It Cannot Be So.

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

Chastity Is Not Chastity In An Old Man, But A Disability To Be Unchaste.