Too much virtue can be criminal.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
Wrinkles on the brow are the imprints of exploits.
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
To repair the irreparable ravages of time.
Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?