I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.
The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
Execution is the chariot of genius.
Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.