The End Of Doubt Is The Beginning

Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You Attain It.

Whyle I Was Abowte To Chaunge Myn Olde Lyff-- What Sorowe I Suffred, Dyseese, Angre And Stryff, Cracchynge Myn Here, My Chekys All Totare, Wrythynge My Fyngres For Angwysshe And Care, Watrynge The Erthe With My Byttre Salte Teres That The Crye Of My Syghes Ascended To Goddys Eres, My Knees With Myn Handys Grasped Togedyre Soore, And Yitt I Stode The Same Man I Was Afore Tyl A Depe Profounde Remembraunce Att The Laste Hadd All My Wrecchednesse Afore Myn Eyn Caste

How Quick The Old Woe Follows A Little Bliss!

Ruthless Striving, Overcomes Everything.

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.