Hanging And Wiving Goes By Destiny.

Conscience Is A Blushing, Shamefaced Spirit Than Mutinies In A Man's Bosom; It Fills One Full Of Obstacles.

I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

I Do Not Seek To Quench Your Love's Hot Fire, But Qualify The Fire's Extreme Rage, Lest It Should Burn Above The Bounds Of Reason.

It Is A Familiar Beast To Man, And Signifies Love.

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.