To Be No Part Of Any Body,

I Wonder, By My Troth, What Thou And I Did, Till We Lov'd?

When God's Hand Is Bent To Strike, It Is A Fearful Thing To Fall Into The Hands Of The Living God ; But To Fall Out Of The Hands Of The Living God Is A Horror Beyond Our Expression, Beyond Our Imagination.

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call And Invite God And His Angels Thither.

My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both Parts Must Die.

Take Me To You, Imprison Me, For I, Except You Enthrall Me, Never Shall Be Free, Nor Ever Chaste, Except You Ravish Me.