Get thee behind me Satan, and push me along. I'm kin to the devil.
Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipped of justice.
Repeat not the manner of a flirtation; for lo, all the world shall hear of it, and women will taunt thee.
O SON OF MAN! My calamity is My providence, outwardly it is fire and vengeance, but inwardly it is light and mercy. Hasten thereunto that thou mayest become an eternal light and an immortal spirit. This is My command unto thee, do thou observe it.
I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong, I will make it all up to thee.
Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.
Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee.
Whatever hath been written shall remain, Nor be erased nor written o'er again; The unwritten only still belongs to thee: Take heed, and ponder well what that shall be.
Tell not thy previous loves to a woman, lest she also telleth thee hers.
Freedom is best, I tell thee true, of all things to be won.
Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.
If Thou canst do something with us and through us, then please, God, do something without us! Bypass us and take up a people who now know Thee not!
Love me, beloved; Hades and Death Shall vanish away like a frosty breath; These hands, that now are at home in thine, Shall clasp thee again, if thou art still mine; And thou shalt be mine, my spirit's bride, In the ceaseless flow of eternity's tide, If the truest love thy heart can know Meet the truest love that from mine can flow. Pray God, beloved, for thee and me, That our sourls may be wedded eternally.
Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
I take thee. . . to be my awful wedded husband
Give thy mind to books and libraries, and the literature and lore of the ages will give thee the wisdom of sage and seer.
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
I would give worlds, could I believe One-half that is profess'd me; Affection! could I think it Thee, When Flattery has caress'd me.
Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be,Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.