Chapter 15 No.15

Although to many pains thou dost subject me,

Yet do I thank thee, love, and owe thee much,

That thou my breast dost cleave with noble wound,

And then dost take my heart and master it.

Thus true it is, that I, on earth, adore

A living object, image most beautiful of God.

Let him who will think that my fate is bad

That kills in h