It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God's own love first set in motion those fair things

Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from the lap of the earth.

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.

He who awaits the call, but sees the need, Already sets his spirit to refuse it.

I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.

The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.