He Loves Thee Too Little,

I Fell Away From You, My God, And I Went Astray, Too Far Astray From You, The Support Of My Youth, And I Became To Myself A Land Of Want.

The Wicked Have Told Me Of Things That Delight Them, But Not Such Things As Your Law Has To Tell.

It Seems To Me That An Unjust Law Is No Law At All.

Do Not Follow Any Road, But That Which Christ Trod. This Road Seems Hard, But It Is Safe.

Who Can Control This When Its Appetite Is Aroused? No One! In The Very Movement Of This Appetite, Then, It Has No "mode" That Responds To The Decisions Of The Will ... Yet What He Wishes He Cannot Accomplish ... In The Very Movement Of The Appetite, It Has No Mode Corresponding To The Decision Of The Will.