‘ Sweet, thou art young.’
‘ So He was young
Who for my sake in silence hung
Upon the Cross with Passion wrung.’
‘ Look, thou art fair.’
‘ He was more fair
Than men, Who deigned for me to wear
A visage marred beyond compare.’
‘ And thou hast riches.’
‘ Daily bread:
All else is His: Who, living, dead,
For me lacked where to lay His Head.’
‘ And life is sweet.’
‘ It was not so
To Him, Whose Cup did overflow
With mine unutterable woe.’