For this is love's truth; she joins two in one being, makes sweet sour, strangers neighbors, and the lowly noble.

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

The New Year has come to us. / God be blessed for it.

Despair makes us serve evil as much as good.

What use is it for me to force my nature? / For my nature shall always remain / What it is and conquer what belongs to it, / However men may narrow its path.

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

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.