Death To Life Is Crown Or Shame.

Good, The More Communicated, More Abundant Grows.

I Hate When Vice Can Bolt Her Arguments, And Virtue Has No Tongue To Check Her Pride.

The Strongest And The Fiercest Spirit That Fought In Heaven, Now Fiercer By Despair.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.

The Work Under Our Labour Grows, Luxurious By Restraint.