There is no health; physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her soft, the fire most pure; Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure; Time shall not lose our passages.
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels.
God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God.