I Am Never Merry When I Hear

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.

You Are Made Rather To Wonder At The Things You Hear Than To Work Any.

A Good Heart Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun And Not The Moon, For It Shines Bright And Never Changes.

Suit The Action To The Word : The Word To The Action : With This Special Observance That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature.