Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.

To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.

And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His day's work and his night's work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.

Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

There is no safety-net to protect against attraction.