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

Although the season is joyful everywhere, / And mountain and valley are all verdant, / That would seem a truly small matter to him / Who has met mischance in love.

The new year has begun for us. / Now must God grant us with love / That we may be able so to begin it / That it may be of value for Love.

First the lover must learn charity and keep God's law. Then he shall be blessed a hundredfold, and he shall do great things without great effort, and bear all pain without suffering. And so his life will surpass human reason indeed.

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

The soul who is most untouched is the most like to God.

They who live without Love are dead. / But the worst of all deaths is this -- / That the loving soul be cowardly toward Love; / For perfect Love is never cowardly, / But claims its rights, which it lacks.