Death To Life Is Crown

The Angel Ended, And In Adam's Ear So Charming Left His Voice, That He Awhile Thought Him Still Speaking, Still Stood Fix'd To Hear.

When The New Light Which We Beg For Shines In Upon Us, There Be [those] Who Envy And Oppose, If It Come Not First In At Their Casements.

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.

Hell Has No Benefits, Only Torture.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.