This all too heresome world weighs down my soul;
I need love's sweetnesses oft to be met:
while yet I pray to God to make me good -
please god, be it - not quite so soon - not yet...
I know the feeling. Since temptation presents itself episodically, I resolve to live piously in between... Don
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Titter. And, er, well Donne. t x