All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind,

The Part I Remember Best Is The Beginning.

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

Have There Ever Been More Submissive Slaves? Adoring, Even In Their Irons, The God Who Punishes Them.

He Who Has Far To Ride Spares His Horse.