Mary, precious treasure of the poor! By sin we have lost the highest King, we have offended the angels, and we are troublesome to ourselves, and we do not know what to do. The only thing left for us poor souls is to lift our eyes, hearts, and bodies to you, seek counsel, and ask for help. (…) You know how many times I have raised my eyes to you, most gracious Virgin, with a heavy mind, a troubled heart, and tearful face, and with your help I have escaped all dangers. Let others rejoice in their innocence, let others be happy with the multitude of their merits, (…) as for me: you are the hope and comfort of my life, Mother, You.
(Hendrich Suso OP /1295–1366/, On Eternal Wisdom)
