Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought,

Well Could He Ride, And Often Men Would Say, "that Horse His Mettle From His Rider Takes: Proud Of Subjection, Noble By The Sway, What Rounds, What Bounds, What Course, What Stop He Makes!" And Controversy Hence A Question Takes, Whether The Horse By Him Became His Deed, Or He His Manage By The Well-doing Steed.

Where Love Is Great, The Littlest Doubts Are Fear; Where Little Fears Grow Great, Great Love Grows There.

The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety Secure.

What? Do I Love Her, That I Desire To Hear Her Speak Again, And Feast Upon Her Eyes

Be As Just And Gracious Unto Me, As I Am Confident And Kind To Thee.