O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How

Love, That All Gentle Hearts So Quickly Know.

This Miserable Way Is Taken By The Sorry Souls Of Those Who Lived Without Disgrace And Without Praise. They Now Commingle With The Coward Angels, The Company Of Those Who Were Not Rebels Nor Faithful To Their God, But Stood Apart. The Heavens, That Their Beauty Not Be Lessened, Have Cast Them Out, Nor Will Deep Hell Receive Them - Even The Wicked Cannot Glory In Them.

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

I Was So Full Of Sleep At The Time That I Left The True Way.

If You Follow Your Natural Bent;you Will Definitely Go To Heaven