  She went.—O whither too, O one true love, Went my sad heart, thou knowest. Lo my prayer Followeth thee, & faith that nought may move. With prayer I came, & now with pleading strong I leave thee, that my flinchless trust thou share; So shall God aid us, who to him belong. Though all earth censure me, by Heaven I swear, Though tyranny me test with trial untold, No torments shall enwaver me, nor fear. Though pleasure her most dazzling joys forth hold, & luring musics to enravish me, Thee only see I, thee hear, only thee I follow:—thou who trav’lest love’s long road Knowest that there no rest is, nor abode.
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