My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady's delight

We're each single threads woven together in a tapestry God has created. Only he sees the full picture, but not even a sparrow falls without his knowing.

His Eye Is on the Sparrow.

I am only a sparrow amongst a great flock of sparrows.

I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness

Most wretched men are cradled to poetry by wrong: they learn in suffering what they teach in song