Light Is The Shadow Of God.

Be Thou What Thou Singly Art And Personate Only Thyself. Swim Smoothly In The Stream Of Thy Nature And Live But One Man.

Sleep Is A Death, O Make Me Try By Sleeping, What It Is To Die, And As Gently Lay My Head On My Grave, As Now My Bed.

All Things Are Artificial, For Nature Is The Art Of God.

Lord Deliver Me From Myself.

How Shall We Expect Charity Towards Others, When We Are Uncharitable To Ourselves?