I Do Love I Know Not What;

Temptations Hurt Not, Though They Have Accesse; Satan O'ercomes None But By Willingnesse.

Thus Times Do Shift, Each Thing His Turn Does Hold; New Things Succeed, As Former Things Grow Old.

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!