The Greater I Am, The Greater Shall

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

For Though I Am A Body Of This Earth, My Firm Desire Is Born From The Stars.

Hitherto Your Eyes Have Been Darkened And You Have Looked Too Much, Yes, Far Too Much, Upon The Things Of Earth. If These So Much Delight You What Shall Be Your Rapture When You Lift Your Gaze To Things Eternal!

Go, Grieving Rimes Of Mine, To That Hard Stone Whereunder Lies My Darling, Lies My Dear, And Cry To Her To Speak From Heaven's Sphere.

Virtue Is Health, Vice Is Sickness.