Come, Follow Me, And Leave The World

I Felt For The Tormented Whirlwinds Damned For Their Carnal Sins Committed When They Let Their Passions Rule Their Reason.

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

Love Is The Source Of Every Virtue In You And Of Every Deed Which Deserves Punishment.

Many Have Justice In Their Hearts, But Slowly It Is Let Fly, For It Comes Not Without Council To The Bow.

It Is Necessity And Not Pleasure That Compels Us.