Le Favole Del Mondo. The Fables Of The World Have Filched Away The Time I Had For Thinking Upon God; His Grace Lies Buried 'Neath Oblivion'S Sod, Whence Springs An Evil Crop Of Sins Alway. What Makes Another Wise, Leads Me Astray, Slow To Discern The Bad Path I Have Trod: Hope Fades; But Still Desire Ascends That God May Free Me From Self-Love, My Sure Decay. Shorten Half-Way My Road To Heaven From Earth! Dear Lord, I Cannot Even Half-Way Rise, Unless Thou Help Me On This Pilgrimage. Teach Me To Hate The World So Little Worth, And All The Lovely Things I Clasp And Prize; That Endless Life, Ere Death, May Be My Wage.