Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large

The Martyrs Shook The Powers Of Darkness With The Irresistible Power Of Weakness.

Yet I Argue Not Against Heav'n's Hand Or Will, Nor Bate A Jot Of Heart Or Hope; But Still Bear Up And Steer Right Onward.

All Hope Is Lost Of My Reception Into Grace; What Worse? For Where No Hope Is Left, Is Left No Fear.

The End Of All Learning Is To Know God, And Out Of That Knowledge To Love And Imitate Him.

On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity Perhaps Their Loves, Or Else Their Sheep, Was All That Did Their Silly Thoughts So Busy Keep.