Immortal amarant, a flower which once In paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream: With these that never fade the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.

Lifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.

Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.

It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.