There Is No Greater Sorrow Than To

No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance Of Happiness When In Misery.

It Is No Learning To Understand What You Do Not Retain.

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

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

O You Proud Christians, Wretched Souls And Small,/ Who By The Dim Lights Of Your Twisted Minds/ Believe You Prosper Even As You Fall,/ Can You Not See That We Are Worms, Each One/ Born To Become The Angelic Butterfly/ That Flies Defenseless To The Judgement Throne?