Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.

The Well Heeded Well Heard.

If Anyone Should Want To Know My Name, I Am Called Leah. And I Spend All My Time Weaving Garlands Of Flowers With My Fair Hands, T O Please Me When I Stand Before The Mirror; My Sister Rachel Sits All The Day Long Before Her Own, And Never Moves Away. She Loves To Contemplate Her Lovely Eyes; I Love To Use My Hands To Adorn Myself: Her Joy Is In Reflection, Mine In Act.

Thus You May Understand That Love Alone Is The True Seed Of Every Merit In You, And Of All Acts For Which You Must Atone.

As Fall The Light Autumnal Leaves, One Still The Other Following, Till The Bough Strews All Its Honors On The Earth Below.

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.