It is a sin to be a mocker.

Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step

And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.