Can a faith that does nothing be called sincere?

Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.

A single word often betrays a great design.

I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?

This innocence begins to weigh me down.

All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.

The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.