Believe And Be Confirmed.

Virtue Could See To Do What Virtue Would By Her Own Radiant Light, Though Sun And Moon Were In The Flat Sea Sunk. And Wisdom's Self Oft Seeks To Sweet Retired Solitude, Where With Her Best Nurse Contemplation She Plumes Her Feathers And Lets Grow Her Wings, That In The Various Bustle Of Resort Were All-to Ruffled, And Sometimes Impair'd. He That Has Light Within His Own Clear Breast May Sit I' Th' Centre And Enjoy Bright Day; But He That Hides A Dark Soul And Foul Thoughts Benighted Walks Under The Midday Sun.

Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!

What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine.

Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven, Seek Not The Praise Of Men.

The First And Wisest Of Them All Professed To Know This Only, That He Nothing Knew.