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 Yea, since your riches make me rich, conceive
 I too am crowned, while bridal crowns I weave,
And thread the bridal dance with jocund pace.
For if I did not love you, it might be
 That I should grudge you some one dear delight;
  But since the heart is yours that was mine own,
 Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right,
Your honourable freedom makes me free,
  And you companioned I am not alone.

13.

"E drizzeremo gli occhi al Primo Amore.—Dante.
"Ma trovo peso non da le mie braccia."—Petrarca.

If I could trust mine own self with your fate,
 Shall I not rather trust it in God's hand?
 Without Whose Will one lily doth not stand,
Nor sparrow fall at his appointed date;
 Who numbereth the innumerable sand,
Who weighs the wind and water with a weight,
To Whom the world is neither small nor great,
 Whose knowledge foreknew every plan we planned.
Searching my heart for all that touches you,
 I find there only love and love's goodwill
 Helpless to help and impotent to do,
   Of understanding dull, of sight most dim;
   And therefore I commend you back to Him
  Whose love your love's capacity can fill.