People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.

And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.

we wish for more in life rather than more of it.

You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?

Children bring their own love with them when they come.

It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.

I am athirst for God, the living God.