Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.

I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.

The best prophet of the future is the past.