If anyone should want to know my name, I am called Leah. And I spend all my time weaving garlands of flowers with my fair hands, t o please me when I stand before the mirror; my sister Rachel sits all the day long before her own, and never moves away. She loves to contemplate her lovely eyes; I love to use my hands to adorn myself: her joy is in reflection, mine in act.

Imagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!

If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.

At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.

In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.