O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How

Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where Virtue Does Not Guide.

The Heaven That Rolls Around Cries Aloud To You While It Displays Its Eternal Beauties, And Yet Your Eyes Are Fixed Upon The Earth Alone.

That Infinite And Indescribable Good Which Is There Above Races As Swiftly To Love As A Ray Of Light To A Bright Body.it Gives Of Itself According To The Ardor It Finds, So That As Charity Spreads Farther The Eternal Good Increases Upon It,and The More Souls There Are Who Love, Up There, The More There Are To Love Well, And The More Love They Reflect To Each Other, As In A Mirror.

No One Thinks Of How Much Blood It Costs.

Be As A Tower Firmly Set; Shakes Not Its Top For Any Blast That Blows.