“Expecting to receive a rebuke, her heart lifted when she read the words on the page, “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”

“I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.”

“Because thou writest me often, I thank thee ... Never do I receive a letter from thee, but immediately we are together.”

“In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who in despite of view is pleased to dote; Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted, Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone, Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any sensual feast* with thee alone*: But my five wits* nor my five senses can Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man*, Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be: Only my plague thus far I count my gain, That she that makes me sin awards me pain.”

“I envy thee not thy faith, which is ever in thy mouth but never in thy heart nor in thy practice”

“I receive Thee ransom of my soul. For love of Thee have I studied and kept vigil toiled preached and taught…”