Love Was As Subtly Caught, As A

But I Do Nothing Upon Myself, And Yet I Am My Own Executioner.

My Face In Thine Eye, Thine In Mine Appears, And True Plain Hearts Do In The Faces Rest; Where Can We Find Two Better Hemispheres, Without Sharp North, Without Declining West? Whatever Dies, Was Not Mix'd Equally; If Our Two Loves Be One, Or, Thou And I Love So Alike, That None Do Slacken, None Can Die.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee

O Lord, Never Suffer Us To Think That We Can Stand By Ourselves, And Not Need Thee.

I Count All That Part Of My Life Lost Which I Spent Not In Communion With God, Or In Doing Good.