There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not honor more.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
Be not affronted at a joke. If one throw salt at thee, thou wilt receive no harm, unless thou art raw.
Most Glorious and eternal Majesty, Thou art righteous and holy in all thou dost to the sons of men, though thou hast suffered men to condemn Thy servant, Thy servant will not condemn Thee.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I’ll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.