Who Over-refines His Argument Brings Himself To

I Freeze And Burn, Love Is Bitter And Sweet, My Sighs Are Tempests And My Tears Are Floods, I Am In Ecstasy And Agony, I Am Possessed By Memories Of Her And I Am In Exile From Myself.

Man Has No Greater Enemy Than Himself. I Have Acted Contrary To My Sentiments And Inclination; Throughout Our Whole Lives We Do What We Never Intended, And What We Proposed To Do, We Leave Undone.

A Good Death Does Honour To A Whole Life.

It Is Better To Will The Good Than To Know The Truth.

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.