Abandon Every Hope, You Who Enter.

Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More To Life.

Love Hath So Long Possessed Me For His Own And Made His Lordship So Familiar.

I Am Made Of God, Through His Grace. Such That Your Misery Touches Me Not, Nor Does Flame Of That Burning Assail Me.

Love With Delight Discourses In My Mindupon My Lady's Admirable Gifts...beyond The Range Of Human Intellect.

Love Insists The Loved Loves Back