A Mathematical Point Is The Most Indivisble

So, So, Break Off This Last Lamenting Kiss, Which Sucks Two Souls, And Vapors Both Away.

God Made Sun And Moon To Distinguish The Seasons, And Day And Night; And We Cannot Have The Fruits Of The Earth But In Their Seasons. But God Hath Made No Decrees To Distinguish The Seasons Of His Mercies. In Paradise The Fruits Were Ripe The First Minute, And In Heaven It Is Always Autumn. His Mercies Are Ever In Their Maturity.

There Is No Health; Physicians Say That We, At Best, Enjoy But Neutrality.

'tis The Year's Midnight, And It Is The Day's.

Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine Is Thine.