Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.
Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
The brazen throat of war.
Praise from an enemy smells of craft.
Only this I know, That one celestial father gives to all.
Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.