This said I am also just about completely numb to the prospect of death now, have had to seriously question concepts of "human agency", and am almost certain that the vast majority of bodies shuffling around this country do not have any hope of reaching heaven and I am left with no real hope of integrating any these astounding lessons while also being able to keep a positive, pro-Christian mindset. On the flipside things also taste and smell better so win and lose I guess!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5629156&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310864#48304171)

In the small orb of one particular tear!

But with the inundation of the eyes

What rocky heart to water will not wear?

What breast so cold that is not warmed here?

O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath,

Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath.

'For, lo, his passion, but an art of craft,

Even there resolved my reason into tears;

There my white stole of chastity I daff'd,

Shook off my sober guards and civil fears;

Appear to him, as he to me appears,

All melting; though our drops this difference bore,

His poison'd me, and mine did him restore.

'In him a plenitude of subtle matter,

Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,

Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,

Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves,

In either's aptness, as it best deceives,

To blush at speeches rank to weep at woes,

Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows.

'That not a heart which in his level came

Could 'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,

Showing fair nature is both kind and tame;

And, veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim:

Against the thing he sought he would exclaim;

When he most burn'd in heart-wish'd luxury,

He preach'd pure maid, and praised cold chastity.

'Thus merely with the garment of a Grace

The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd;

That th' unexperient gave the tempter place,

Which like a cherubin above them hover'd.

Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd?

Ay me! I fell; and yet do question make

What I should do again for such a sake.

'O, that infected moisture of his eye,

O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd,

O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly,

O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd,

O, all that borrow'd motion seeming owed,

Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,

And new pervert a reconciled maid!'

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5629156&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310864#48304239)