“This is the image of the vain World, and the triumph of the flesh,
Where the greedy, rapacious demon always holds away.
Riches is busy with Venus, evil furor with Love;
both are in a blind rage, both do not know measure.
Let these be the antidote and cure for immoral sorrow:
Fasting, tears, or better: contrition over evil.”

This collection is an antidote itself. To all of our sorrow. Purity, grace, fluidity. All act as a cure.