Mutual Love, The Crown Of All Our

Arms On Armour Clashing Bray'd Horrible Discord, And The Madding Wheels Of Brazen Chariots Rag'd: Dire Was The Noise Of Conflict.

To Be Blind Is Not Miserable; Not To Be Able To Bear Blindness, That Is Miserable.

Nothing Profits More Than Self-esteem, Grounded On What Is Just And Right.

Immediate Are The Acts Of God, More Swift Than Time Or Motion.

The End Then Of Learning Is To Repair The Ruins Of Our First Parents By Regaining To Know God Aright, And Out Of That Knowledge To Love Him, To Imitate Him, To Be Like Him, As We May The Nearest By Possessing Our Souls Of True Virtue, Which Being United To The Heavenly Grace Of Faith Makes Up The Highest Perfection.