He listens well who takes notes.
If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.
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.