He Who Destroys A Good Book Kills

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.

Son Of Heav'n And Earth, Attend: That Thou Art Happy, Owe To God; That Thou Continuest Such, Owe To Thyself, That Is, To Thy Obedience; Therein Stand.

Be Lowly Wise: Think Only What Concerns Thee And Thy Being.

Never Can True Reconcilement Grow Where Wounds Of Deadly Hate Have Pierced So Deep.

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