I Am Two Fools, I Know, For

Doubt Wisely; In Strange Way To Stand Inquiring Right, Is Not To Stray; To Sleep, Or Run Wrong, Is.

That Subtle Knot Which Makes Us Man So Must Pure Lovers Souls Descend T Affections, And To Faculties, Which Sense May Reach And Apprehend, Else A Great Prince In Prison Lies.

Never Start With Tomorrow To Reach Eternity. Eternity Is Not Being Reached By Small Steps.

I Long To Talk With Some Old Lover's Ghost, Who Died Before The God Of Love Was Born.

For God's Sake Hold Your Tongue, And Let Me Love.