Love give me strength, and strength will help me through. Goodbye, dear father.

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving

You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely

Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through ordeal.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.