Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that child,/Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, whose hand no deed defiled./I praise him most, I love him best,
all praise and love are His;/While him I love, in him I live, and cannot live amiss.//Love's sweetest mark, laud's highest theme, man's most desired light,/To love him life, to leave him death, to live in him delight./He mine by gift, I his by debt, thus each to other due./First friend he was, best friend he is, all times will try Him true. - St. Robert Southwell, S.J. (1562-1595)
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