No Man Is An Island Unto Himself.

All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.

Then Love Is Sin, And Let Me Sinful Be.

This Only Is Charity, To Do All, All That We Can.

He Must Pull Out His Own Eyes, And See No Creature, Before He Can Say, He Sees No God; He Must Be No Man, And Quench His Reasonable Soul, Before He Can Say To Himself, There Is No God.

I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.