He who will travel far spares his steed.

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.

This innocence begins to weigh me down.

The faith that acts not, is it truly faith?

He who will travel far spares his steed.

Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.

It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.