To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

For virtue only finds eternal Fame.

I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.

I have taken pride in others, never in myself.

While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.