I Argue Thee That Love Is Life.

Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach; Where Presence Is Denied Them.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them!

Faith Slips - And Laughs, And Rallies

God, Keep Me From What They Call 'households,'

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain