Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.
Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.
I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?
Test every work of intellect or faith and everything that your own hands have wrought.
BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there.