There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

The only friends who are free from cares are the goblet of wine and a book. Give me wine...that I may for a time forget the cares of the world.

Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do.

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

Do not surrender your grief so quickly Let it cut more deeply Let it ferment and season you As few human or divine ingredients can Something is missing in my heart tonight That has made my eyes so soft And my voice so tender And my need of God so absolutely clear.

The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.

Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!