They Are But Beggars That

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.

If There Is A Good Will, There Is Great Way.

As Many Arrows, Loosed Several Ways, Come To One Mark...so Many A Thousand Actions, Once Afoot, End In One Purpose.

Our Holy Lives Must Win A New World's Crown.