The caterpillar on the leaf / Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesA lass unparalleled.

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow, too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

And unto him that smiteth thee on the one cheek offer also the other; and him that taketh away thy cloak forbid not to take thy coat also.