Without Hope We Live In Desire.

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

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.

That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled By Spirit.

I Am Made Of God, Through His Grace. Such That Your Misery Touches Me Not, Nor Does Flame Of That Burning Assail Me.

From A Small Spark, Great Flame Has Risen.