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"Will we burn in heaven like we do down here...?"
- Sara McLachlan (forgive my spelling)

I don't know, I love this quote.. Thought I'd post it up here.

"Ferunt uagantes Daemonas
Laetas tenebras noctium
Gallo canente exterritos
Sparsim timere et credere.

Nocturna lux uiantibus
A nocte noctem segregans,
Praeco diei iam sonat,
Iubarque solis euocat.

Hoc nauta uires colligit,
Pontique mitescunt freta:
Hoc, ipsa petra Ecclesiae,
Canente, culpam diluit.

Surgamus ergo strenue:
Gallus iacentes excitat,
Et somnolentos increpat,
Gallus negantes arguit.

Gallo canente, spes redit,
Aegris salus refunditur,
Mucro latronis conditur,
Lapsis fides reurtitur."

-1610

(Translation:
They say that the night-wandering demons
Who rejoice in dunnest shades
At the crowing of the cock
Tremble and scatter in sore affright.

Light of our darksome journey here,
With days dividing night from night,
Loud crows the dawn's shrill harbringer,
And wakens up the sunbeams bright.

Forthwith at this, the darkness chill
Retreats before the star of morn:
And from their busy schemes of ill
The vagrant crews of night return.

Fresh hope, at this, the sailor cheers:
The waves their stormy strife allay;
The Church's Rock at this, in tears,
Hastens to wash his guilt away.

Arise ye, then, with one accord
No longer wrapt in slumber lie;
The cock rebukes all who their Lord
By sloth neglect, by sin deny.

At his clear cry joy springs afresh;
Health courses through the sick man's veins;
The dagger flides into its sheath;
The fallen soul her faith regains.)