And I Myself, In Rome, Heard It

In Switzerland, On A High Mountain, Not Far From Lucerne, There Is A Lake They Call Pilate's Pond, Which The Devil Has Fixed Upon As One Of The Chief Residences Of His Evil Spirits.

The Forces Of Good And Evil Are Working Within And Around Me, I Must Choose, And In A Free Will Universe I Do Have A Choice.

All The Cunning Of The Devil Is Exercised In Trying To Tear Us Away From The Word.

But The Jews Are So Hardened That They Listen To Nothing; Though Overcome By Testimonies They Yield Not An Inch. It Is A Pernicious Race, Oppressing All Men By Their Usury And Rapine. If They Give A Prince Or Magistrate A Thousand Florins, They Extort Twenty Thousand From The Subjects In Payment. We Must Ever Keep On Guard Against Them.

At Night Always Carry In Your Heart Something From Holy Scriptures To Bed With You, Meditate Upon It Like A Ruminant Animal, And Go Softly To Sleep; But This Must Not Be Too Much, Rather A Little That May Be Well Pondered And Understood, That You May Find A Remnant Of It In Your Mind When You Rise In The Morning.