Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.
No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.
The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.
No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.
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.
Hope not ever to see heaven. I come to lead you to the other shore; into the eternal darkness; into fire and ice.