From A Small Spark, Great Flame Has

I Was So Full Of Sleep At The Time That I Left The True Way.

The Infernal Storm, Eternal In Its Rage, Sweeps And Drives The Spirits With Its Blast; It Whirls Them, Lashing Them With Punishment. When They Are Swept Back Past Their Place Of Judgment Then Come The Shrieks, Laments, And Anguished Cries; There They Blaspheme God's Almighty Power.

These Have Not The Hope To Die.

That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled By Spirit.

Because There Is No Man Who Can Be True And Just Judge Of Himself, So Much Will Self-love Deceive Him.