There is in love a sweetnesse readie penn'd
Copie out only that, and save expense:
So I attempt to write without pretense
Letting love give what it may choose to send.
Love is the goal; love is the way we wend
And we are Christ's and He our recompense.
So, to see love where it is most intense,
Up to Mount Olivet my soul ascend.
"Sonnets are full of love", and so I love
The sonneteers: but, knowing this I pray
That ways shall not distract me from the Way,
But may my heart perpetually be raised
To love the Man upon the throne above:
Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised.
Copie out only that, and save expense:
So I attempt to write without pretense
Letting love give what it may choose to send.
Love is the goal; love is the way we wend
And we are Christ's and He our recompense.
So, to see love where it is most intense,
Up to Mount Olivet my soul ascend.
"Sonnets are full of love", and so I love
The sonneteers: but, knowing this I pray
That ways shall not distract me from the Way,
But may my heart perpetually be raised
To love the Man upon the throne above:
Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised.
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