Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.
No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities.
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.
The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.