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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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