God Is So Omnipresent. .

My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both Parts Must Die.

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call And Invite God And His Angels Thither.

Love Was As Subtly Caught, As A Disease; But Being Got It Is A Treasure Sweet, Which To Defend Is Harder Than To Get: And Ought Not Be Profaned On Either Part, For Though 'tis Got By Chance, 'tis Kept By Art.

Take Me To You, Imprison Me, For I, Except You Enthrall Me, Never Shall Be Free, Nor Ever Chaste, Except You Ravish Me.

Love Is A Growing, Or Full Constant Light; And His First Minute, After Noon, Is Night.