Our Bodies Are Always Exposed To Satan.

May The Lord Fill You With His Blessings And With Hatred Of The Pope.

Though In Midst Of Life We Be Snares Of Death Surround Us.

We Are Nothing With All Our Gifts Be They Ever So Great, Except God Assist Us.

When I Am Angry I Can Write, Pray, And Preach Well, For Then My Whole Temperament Is Quickened, My Understanding Sharpened, And All Mundane Vexations And Temptations Depart.

The Veneration Of Mary Is Inscribed In The Very Depths Of The Human Heart