I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.