Above Our Life We Love

More Childish Valorous Than Manly Wise.

Things That Are Not At All, Are Never Lost.

Hell Hath No Limits, Nor Is Circumscribed In One Self Place, For Where We Are Is Hell, And Where Hell Is There Must We Ever Be.

Come Live With Me And Be My Love, And We Will All The Pleasures Prove, That Valleys, Groves, Hills, And Fields, Woods, Or Steepy Mountain Yields.

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?