Remember Always Your End, And That Lost

The Glory Of The Good Is In Their Consciences, And Not In The Tongues Of Men.

You Are A Man, Not God; You Are Human, Not An Angel. How Can You Expect To Remain Always In A Constant State Of Virtue, When This Was Not Possible Even For An Angel Of Heaven, Nor For The First Man In The Garden?

Nothing Is Sweeter Than Love, Nothing More Courageous, Nothing Higher, Nothing Wider, Nothing More Pleasant, Nothing Fuller Nor Better In Heaven And Earth; Because Love Is Born Of God, And Cannot Rest But In God, Above All Created Things.

Don't Flatter The Rich, Or Appear To Willing Before The Great.

How Sweet It Is To Love, And To Be Dissolved, And As It Were To Bathe Myself In Thy Love.