Give Me Thy Light, And Fix My

A Man Content To Go To Heaven Alone Will Never Go To Heaven.

Every Man Must Be Content With That Glory Which He May Have At Home.

All Fortune Is Good Fortune; For It Either Rewards, Disciplines, Amends, Or Punishes, And So Is Either Useful Or Just.

...whose Souls, Albeit In A Cloudy Memory, Yet Seek Back Their Good, But, Like Drunk Men, Know Not The Road Home.

Wretched Men Cringe Before Tyrants Who Have No Power, The Victims Of Their Trivial Hopes And Fears. They Do Not Realise That Anger Is Hopeless, Fear Is Pointless And Desire All A Delusion. He Whose Heart Is Fickle Is Not His Own Master, Has Thrown Away His Shield, Deserted His Post, And He Forges The Links Of The Chain That Holds Him.