Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

Love me little, love me long.

There is no sin but ignorance.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss! . . . When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.

... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.