Roused By The Lash Of His Own

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.

Love Is Love's Reward.

We First Make Our Habits, And Then Our Habits Make Us.

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.

If One Must Be Rejected, One Succeed, Make Him My Lord Within Whose Faithful Breast Is Fixed My Image, And Who Loves Me Best.