Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall

God Himself Took A Day To Rest In, And A Good Man's Grave Is His Sabbath.

Without Outward Declarations, Who Can Conclude An Inward Love?

On A Huge Hill, Cragged, And Steep, Truth Stands, And Hee That Will Reach Her, About Must, And About Must Goo.

Twice Or Thrice Had I Loved Thee Before I Knew Thy Face Or Name, So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Oft, And Worshiped Be.

Nothing But Man Of All Envenomed Things, Doth Work Upon Itself, With Inborn Stings.