Love can move the Sun and the stars.
No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.
For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.
A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.
In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.
A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.