Oh, love is a masterful pain A splendid martyr it makes To render its likeness again The best and worst credits to take We give it our happiest years It reaps from our souls endless tears In life it goes on, In death too beyond It both comforts and proves our worst fears

For leaves and men the same Our time is frail and brief, Cruelty has not been tamed Nor fairness worth belief

Sins are not the worst, And goodness not the best But love is ever living And death eternal rest.

To each and every living thing The call of life will enthrall, From the mysteries, up we spring, Then to them back we fall

The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne; Al this mene I be love.

Amor e fogo que arde sem se ver, E ferida que doi, e nao se sente; E um contentamento descontente, E dor que desatina sem doer. E um nao querer mais que bem qu…

Behold love, thy power how she despiseth: My great pain, how little she regardeth The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bidet…