If The Present World Go Astray, The

What Shall One Do With The Verse, If He Knows Not That?

Less Shame A Greater Fault Would Palliate.

Love Can Move The Sun And The Stars.

Because There Is No Man Who Can Be True And Just Judge Of Himself, So Much Will Self-love Deceive Him.

O You Proud Christians, Wretched Souls And Small,/ Who By The Dim Lights Of Your Twisted Minds/ Believe You Prosper Even As You Fall,/ Can You Not See That We Are Worms, Each One/ Born To Become The Angelic Butterfly/ That Flies Defenseless To The Judgement Throne?