It Is Better To Die

Were In Prayer, As Indeed You Ought To Be.

The Blood Of A Nation Ought Never To Be Shed Except For Its Own Preservation In The Utmost Extremity.

I No Longer Desire Anything But To Be Thine.

When You Come To Be Sensibly Touched, The Scales Will Fall From Your Eyes; And By The Penetrating Eyes Of Love You Will Discern That Which Your Other Eyes Will Never See.

Thou Lovest Like An Infinite God When Thou Lovest; Thou Movest Heaven And Earth To Save Thy Loved Ones. Thou Becomest Man, A Babe, The Vilest Of Men, Covered With Reproaches, Dying With Infamy And Under The Pangs Of The Cross; All This Is Not Too Much For An Infinite Love.