Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?

He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.

You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.

Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.

Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.

Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.

The day is not purer than the depths of my heart.