Love returns always to a noble heart, Like a bird to the green in the forest.
Nature did not make love before the noble heart, Nor the noble heart before love. Love remains in the noble heart for the same reason That fire shines on the tip of a candle Clear and refined in its own delight. Nor could it be any other way it is proud. I liken him to the mud and noble worth to the sun. God the Creator shines in the Intelligence Of the heavens, more than even the sun in our eyes.