Abandon Every Hope, You Who Enter.

Love, That Exempts No One Beloved From Loving, Seized Me With Pleasure Of This Man So Strongly, That, As Thou Seest, It Doth Not Yet Desert Me.

Stand Firm As The Tower That Never Shakes Its Top Whatever Wind May Blow.

The Human Race Is In The Best Condition When It Has The Greatest Degree Of Liberty.

Love Hath So Long Possessed Me For His Own And Made His Lordship So Familiar.

There Sighs, Lamentations And Loud Wailings Resounded Through The Starless Air, So That At First It Made Me Weep; Strange Tongues, Horrible Language, Words Of Pain, Tones Of Anger, Voices Loud And Hoarse, And With These The Sound Of Hands, Made A Tumult Which Is Whirling Through That Air Forever Dark, And Sand Eddies In A Whirlwind.