If You Follow Your Natural Bent;you Will

Stand Firm As The Tower That Never Shakes Its Top Whatever Wind May Blow.

O How Far Remov'd, Predestination! Is Thy Foot From Such As See Not The First Cause Entire: And Ye, O Mortal Men! Be Wary How Ye Judge: For We, Who See The Maker, Know Not Yet The Number Of The Chosen; And Esteem Such Scantiness Of Knowledge Our Delight: For All Good Is, In That Primal Good, Concentrate; And God's Will And Ours Are One.

Lost Are We, And Are Only So Far Punished, That Without Hope We Live On In Desire.

Consider That This Day Ne'er Dawns Again.

The Path To Paradise Begins In Hell.