Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth
He kills her in her own humor.
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
Be just, and fear not.
Nothing can seem foul to those who win.
I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.