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 praise thyself, because none else besides thee is able to understand thy incomprehensible goodness, and therefore the just poise of love resideth only in thy sacred breast.

O Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of God, Queen of heaven, lady of the world, mansion of the Holy Ghost, lily of purity, rose of patience, paradise of pleasure, mirror of chastity, vessel of innocence: intercede for me, miserable banished wretch, and bestow upon me a portion of thy abundant charity.

O all ye saints of God, and ye angelical spirits, who burn with a vehement affection of your Creator, especially ye seraphims, who inflame both heaven and earth with love, do not forsake my miserable soul, but purify it as you did the lips of Isaiah from all vice and uncleanness, and set it on fire with the flames of your ardent love, that I may love and seek our Lord God, resting and remaining in him for ever and ever. Amen.