Christ Beats His Drum, But He Does

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

Then Love Is Sin, And Let Me Sinful Be.

Since You Would Save None Of Me, I Bury Some Of You.

Sleep With Clean Hands, Either Kept Clean All Day By Integrity Or Washed Clean At Night By Repentance.

He That Desires To Print A Book, Should Much More Desire, To Be A Book.