“Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call,for as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.”
“Be sure thy sin will find thee out.”
“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!Give me my sin again.”
“The fount of joy was bubbling in thine eyes,Dancing was in thy feet,And on thy lips a laugh that never dies,Unutterably sweet. Dance on! for ever young, for ever fair,Lightfooted as a frightened bounding deer,Thy wreath of vine-leaves twisted in thy hair,Through all the changing seasons of the year...”
“Let not thy divining heartForethink me any ill;Destiny may take thy part,And may thy fears fulfill.”
“My soul, never laugh at sin's fooleries, lest thou come to smile at sin itself. It is thine enemy, and thy Lord's enemy.”