He Loves But Little Who Can Say

In That Part Of The Book Of My Memory Before The Which Is Little That Can Be Read, There Is A Rubric, Saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under Such Rubric I Find Written Many Things; And Among Them The Words Which I Purpose To Copy Into This Little Book; If Not All Of Them, At The Least Their Substance.

Into The Eternal Darkness, Into Fire And Into Ice.

Compassion Is Not A Passion; Rather A Noble Disposition Of The Soul, Made Ready To Receive Love, Mercy, And Other Charitable Passions.

Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More To Life.

At This High Moment, Ability Failed My Capacity To Describe.