So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Though Rome's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.
Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.
Make us happy and you make us good.