The Faith That Acts Not, Is It

Do Not They Bring It To Pass By Knowing That They Know Nothing At All?

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

The Day Is Not Purer Than The Depths Of My Heart.

Justice In The Extreme Is Often Unjust.