"The billow of largesse hath appeared, the thunder of the sea hath arrived, The morn of blessedness hath dawned. Morn? No..."

"Love and mistress are both veiled and hidden Impute it not as a fault if I call Him ‘Bride.’ I would have kept silen..."

"Thou mouldest of foul and fair the form of a man That he may flee two leagues from the odour of foulness; Thou mak’st ..."