Love Makes Everything That Is

Love Wakes Much And Sleeps Little And, In Sleeping, Does Not Sleep. It Faints Is Not Weary; It Is Restricted In Its Liberty And Is Great Freedom. It Sees Reasons To Fear And Does Not Fear, But, Like An Ember Or A Spark Of Fire, Flames Always Upward, By The Fervor Of Its Love, Toward God, And Through The Special Help Of Grace Is Delivered From All Perils And Dangers

It Carries A Burden Which Is No Burden; It Will Not Be Kept Back By Anything Low And Mean; It Desires To Be Free From All Wordly Affections, And Not To Be Entangled By Any Outward Prosperity, Or By Any Adversity Subdued.

Leave Off That Excessive Desire Of Knowing; Therein Is Found Much Distraction. There Are Many Things The Knowledge Of Which Is Of Little Or No Profit To The Soul.

No One Can Obtain From The Pope A Dispensation For Never Dying. [lat., Nemo Impetrare Potest A Papa Bullam Numquam Moriendi.]

Do What Lieth In Thy Power, And God Will Assist In Thy Good Will.