For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.

Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.

Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.

In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.

Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.

There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.

A backward glance can often lift the heart.