“For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.”

“As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.”

“Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving,Seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly,That, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.”

“Perceive ye not that we are worms, designedTo form the angelic butterfly, that goesTo judgment, leaving all defence behind?Why doth your mind take such exalted pose,Since ye, disabled, are as insects, meanAs worm which never transformation knows?”

“O Virgins, sacrosanct, if I have ever, for your sake, suffered vigils,cold,, and hunger, great need makes me entreat my recompense.”

“Other response, he said, I make thee not,Except the doing; for the modest askingOught to be followed by the deed in silence.”

“I make no other answer than the act, the Master said: "The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact." [XXIV]”