So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.
True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.
Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.
All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.