Abashed The Devil Stood And Felt How

The End Then Of Learning Is To Repair The Ruins Of Our First Parents By Regaining To Know God Aright, And Out Of That Knowledge To Love Him, To Imitate Him, To Be Like Him, As We May The Nearest By Possessing Our Souls Of True Virtue, Which Being United To The Heavenly Grace Of Faith Makes Up The Highest Perfection.

Virtue That Wavers Is Not Virtue.

For Evil News Rides Post, While Good News Baits.

What Better Can We Do Than Prostrate Fall Before Him Reverent, And There Confess Humbly Our Faults, And Pardon Beg With Tears Watering The Ground?

One Sip Of This Will Bathe The Drooping Spirits In Delight, Beyond The Bliss Of Dreams.