Come, let us wage a holy war!

Now heaven be thanked, I am out of love again! I have been long a slave, and now am free;

And I am a mockery, who was God before.

O love's a simple word to say With nature aiding and abetting;

Then say–how come the years to seem so swift, The days, the days so slow?

For to love, loveless, is a bitter pill: But to be loved, unloving, bitterer still.

To be entirely at leisure for one day is to be for one day an immortal: