Even Kings And Emperors With Heaps Of

The Widow Cries Out At The Door, The Light Of My Mind Has Gone Out, O My Mother, With His Death. So Cry Out, O Soul Brides Of The Husband Lord, And Dwell On The Glorious Praises Of The True Lord.

Truth Is The Highest Virtue, But Higher Still Is Truthful Living.

Whatever Kind Of Seed Is Sown In A Field, Prepared In Due Season, A Plant Of That Same Kind, Marked With The Peculiar Qualities Of The Seed, Springs Up In It.

By Twice Born Men A Widow Must Not Be Appointed To ,cohabit With Any Other ,than Her Husband , For They Who Appoint ,her To Another ,man , Will Violate The Eternal Law.

Even Kings And Emperors, With Mountains Of Property And Oceans Of Wealth - These Are Not Even Equal To An Ant, Who Does Not Forget God.