love is that burning fire which devours everything and shall never, never cease in all the endless ages to come.

May your service of love a beautiful thing; want nothing else, fear nothing else and let love be free to become what love truly is.

It is written in the code of love: He who strikes the blow is himself struck down.

I wish to devote all my time / To noble thoughts about great Love.

Love has seven names, / Which, as you know, are appropriate to her; / Chain, light, live coal, and fire - / ... dew, living spring, and hell.

Take care, you who wish / to deal with names / for love. Behind their sweetness / and wrath, nothing endures. / Nothing but wounds and kisses.

although I have no fish, / I do not want any frog; / Or any elderberries either, / Instead of a bunch of grapes: / Although I have no love, / I do not want anything else, / Whether Love is gracious to me or hostile.