The way to God is by ourselves

Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best.

Drop, drop, slow tears, And bathe those beauteous feet, Which brought from Heaven The news and Prince of Peace.

In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears; Not let His eye See sin, but through my tears.

Love’s tongue is in the eyes.

Thus fell that prince of darkness, once a bright And shining star [...]: To be in Heaven the second he disdains; So now the first in Hell and flames he reigns, Crowned once with joy and light: crowned now with fire and pains.

Love is like linen; often changed, the sweeter.