There is only one romance the Soul's.

Not a man alive has so much luck that he can play with it.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.

For how can you compete Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbour's eyes?

But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.

I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, / I walk in a battle fought over again.