Without Hope We Live In Desire.

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

O Conscience, Upright And Stainless, How Bitter A Sting To Thee Is A Little Fault!

Without Hope We Live In Desire.

I Saw Within Its Depth How It Conceives All Things In A Single Volume Bound By Love Of Which The Universe Is The Scattered Leaves.

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