Speak boldly and speak truly, shame the devil.
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile.