Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.

Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.

Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.

The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.

I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.

Today will die tomorrow.