Thou art my glory and the exultation of y heart: thou art my hope and refuge in the day of my trouble.
Constantly choose rather to want less, than to have more.
Let temporal things serve thy use, but the eternal be the object of thy desire.
So passes away the glory of this world. ('Sic transit gloria mundi.')
The end of all is death and man's life passeth away suddenly as a shadow.
Love alone makes heavy burdens light and bears in equal balance things pleasing and displeasing. Love bears a heavy burden and does not feel it, and love makes bitter things tasteful and sweet.