Evil Into The Mind Of God Or

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.

And To Thy Husband's Will Thine Shall Submit; He Over Thee Shall Rule.

Nothing Is Here For Tears, Nothing To Wail Or Knock The Breast, No Weakness, No Contempt, Dispraise, Or Blame,-nothing But Well And Fair, And What May Quiet Us In A Death So Noble.

The End Then Of Learning Is To Repair The Ruins Of Our First Parents By Regaining To Know God Aright, And Out Of That Knowledge To Love Him, To Imitate Him, To Be Like Him, As We May The Nearest By Possessing Our Souls Of True Virtue, Which Being United To The Heavenly Grace Of Faith Makes Up The Highest Perfection.

Now I See Peace To Corrupt No Less Than War To Waste.