"How many letters thou writest with Thy Almighty pen Through marvelling thereat stones become as wax; These letters exerc..."

"In outward form thou art the microcosm But in reality the macrocosm, Seemingly the bough is the cause of the fruit, But ..."

"Exert thyself, O man; put shoulder to the wheel The prophets and the saints to imitate in zeal. Exertion’s not a strug..."