As Iron Put Into The Fire Loseth

He Who Loves With Purity Considers Not The Gift Of The Lover, But The Love Of The Giver.

Count Not Thyself To Have Found True Peace, If Thou Hast Felt No Grief; Nor That Then All Is Well If Thou Hast No Adversary; Nor That This Is Perfect, If All Things Fall Out According To Thy Desire.

Both Above And Below, Without And Within, Which Way So Ever Thou Dost Turn Thee, Everywhere Thou Shalt Find The Cross; And Everywhere Of Necessity Thou Must Hold Fast Patience, If Thou Wilt Have Inward Peace, And Enjoy An Everlasting Crown.

Love Feels No Burden, Regards Not Labors, Strives Toward More Than It Attains, Argues Not Of Impossibility, Since It Believes That It May And Can Do All Things.

All Men Desire Peace, But Very Few Desire Those Things That Make For Peace.