Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
Friends are ourselves.
The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
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.
Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?