What Thou Art, That Thou Art.

My God, Sweetness Beyond Words, Make Bitter All The Carnal Comfort That Draws Me From Love Of The Eternal And Lures Me To Its Evil Self By The Sight Of Some Delightful Good In The Present. Let It Not Overcome Me, My God. Let Not Flesh And Blood Conquer Me. Let Not The World And Its Brief Glory Deceive Me, Nor The Devil Trip Me By His Craftiness. Give Me Courage To Resist, Patience To Endure, And Constancy To Persevere. Give Me The Soothing Unction Of Your Spirit Rather Than All The Consolations Of The World, And In Place Of Carnal Love, Infuse Into Me The Love Of Your Name.

Such As Every Man Is Inwardly So He Judgeth Outwardly.

Love Flies, Runs, And Rejoices; It Is Free And Nothing Can Hold It Back.

Great Tranquility Of Heart Is His Who Cares For Neither Praise Nor Blame.

There Is No Man In This World Without Some Manner Of Tribulation Or Anguish, Though He Be King Or Pope.