That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled

…all Things Created Have An Order In Themselves, And This Begets The Form That Lets The Universe Resemble God.

Thy Soul Is By Vile Fear Assailed, Which Oft So Overcasts A Man, That He Recoils From Noblest Resolution, Like A Beast At Some False Semblance In The Twilight Gloom.

Here Pity Only Lives When It Is Dead - Virgil

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

Behold A God More Powerful Than I Who Comes To Rule Over Me.