O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter sting to thee is a little fault!Send
He goes seeking liberty, which is so dear, as he knows who for it renounces life.Send
The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.
For in His will is our peace. It is the sea
To which all things existing flow, both those
His will creates and those that nature makes.
You are the love that become Lord of my soul.
Let's not think of them, but look and pass on.
Love, that moves the sun and the other stars.
So that I desire to be like one
who to conceal his poverty through shame,
shows joy outwardly,
and within my heart am troubled and weep.
And has a nature so malign and ruthless,
That never doth she glut her greedy will,
And after food is hungrier than before.
A mischief uttering toungue is the clue to an evil mind.
Read something new All Topics