How Difficult It Is To Save The

Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

What Name To Call Thee By, O Virgin Fair, I Know Not, For Thy Looks Are Not Of Earth And More Than Mortal Seems Thy Countenances

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

How Difficult It Is To Save The Bark Of Reputation From The Rocks Of Ignorance.

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