The Crime Of A Mother Is A

The Glory Of My Name Increases My Shame. Less Known By Mortals, I Could Better Escape Their Eyes.

He Who Bridles The Fury Of The Billows Knows Also To Put A Stop To The Secret Plans Of The Wicked. Submitting With Respect To His Holy Will, I Fear God, And Have No Other Fear.

He Who Ruleth The Raging Of The Sea, Knows Also How To Check The Designs Of The Ungodly. I Submit Myself With Reverence To His Holy Will. O Abner, I Fear My God, And I Fear None But Him.

Disagreeable Suspicions Are Usually The Fruits Of A Second Marriage.

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