Thou has heard the words of Christ. . . . Dost thou weep, when I have thee, Poor soul, what Lilith thee? Dost thou weep, when I have wept so much? Be of good cheer ; thy wounds are saving, and not deadly. It is I that have made them, who mean thee no hurt : though I let out thy blood, I will not let out thy life (628).

The Saints' Everlasting Rest