These Have Not The Hope To Die.

Eternal Love Made Me.

Lost Are We, And Are Only So Far Punished, That Without Hope We Live On In Desire.

The Splendors That Belong Unto The Fame Of Earth Are But A Wind, That In The Same Direction Lasts Not Long.

O Foolish Anxiety Of Wretched Man, How Inconclusive Are The Arguments Which Make Thee Beat Thy Wings Below!

O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How Ye Judge.