You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!