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.

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.

even if you do the best you can in all things, your human nature must often fall short; so entrust yourself to God's goodness, for his goodness is greater than your failures.

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.

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

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.