Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.