Love is like linen; often changed, the sweeter

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.

Love’s tongue is in the eyes.

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

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.

Only in love they happy prove Who love what most deserves their love.