There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.

If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.

Fear that makes faith may break faith.

My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain When Time and God give judgment.

Despair the twin-born of devotion.