O Faithful Conscience, Delicately Pure, How Doth

If You Follow Your Natural Bent;you Will Definitely Go To Heaven

Now You Know How Much My Love For You Burns Deep In Me When I Forget About Our Emptiness, And Deal With Shadows As With Solid Things.

Everywhere Is Here And Every When Is Now.

All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here!

As, Pricked Out With Less And Greater Lights, Between The Poles Of The Universe, The Milky Way So Gleameth White As To Set Very Sages Questioning.