Behold a God more powerful than I who comes to rule over me.

In his arms, my lady lay asleep, wrapped in a veil. He woke her then and trembling and obedient. She ate that burning heart out of his hand; Weeping I saw him then depart from me.

She is the sum of nature's universe.To her perfection all of beauty tends.

Love and the gracious heart are a single thing...one can no more be without the otherthan the reasoning mind without its reason.

Love hath so long possessed me for his ownAnd made his lordship so familiar.

Love with delight discourses in my mind Upon my lady's admirable gifts...Beyond the range of human intellect.

Morality is the beauty of Philosophy.