Perfection Is No Small Thing, But It

The Power Of One Fair Face Makes My Love Sublime, For It Has Weaned My Heart From Low Desires.

Trifles Make Perfection, And Perfection Is No Trifle.

I Live In Sin, To Kill Myself I Live; No Longer My Life My Own, But Sin's; My Good Is Given To Me By Heaven, My Evil By Myself, By My Free Will, Of Which I Am Deprived.

Death And Love Are The Two Wings That Bear The Good Man To Heaven.

Love Is A Beautiful Image Imagined Or Seen Within The Heart, The Friend Of Virtue And Gentility.