Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

The only burning passion I'm sure I have, is the passion for sex.

Still ailing, Wind? Wilt be appeased or no?

Reads verse and thinks she understands.

Four great walls in the New Jerusalem, / Meted on each side by the angel's reed, / For Leonard, Rafael, Agnolo and me / To cover.