CANTAR DE MACÍAS

            CVII

"Dangers so passionate be glad to miss;
Learn to be gay; flee from sorrows touch;
Learn to disserve him you have served so much,
Your devoirs pay at any shrine but his:
If the short joy that in his service is,
Were but proportioned to the long, long pain,
Neither would he that once has loved complain,
Nor he that ne'er has loved despair of bliss. "