Still Desiring, We Live Without Hope.

Love And The Gentle Heart Are But The Same Thing.

O Faithful Conscience, Delicately Pure, How Doth A Little Failing Wound Thee Sore!

In His Will, Our Peace.

Through Me You Go Into A City Of Weeping; Through Me You Go Into Eternal Pain; Through Me You Go Amongst The Lost People

A Fair Request Should Be Followed By The Deed In Silence.