Line 99,
"That I felt ill upon the morrow,
Pondering her heavy sorrow."

Line 113,
"What chance is his, its hows and whys,
And I shall do you sacrifice,
And I'll be yours, entire and whole
In body, spirit, heart and soul."

Line 125,
"And laid her naked in her bed,
And there, worn out with tears and dread,
She unawares gave way to a deep
And seemingly a lifeless sleep."

Line 307,
"So sweet a song was never heard -
Except, of course, from heavenly bird."

Line 341,
"Yet temperate was the weather, not
Too chilly cold nor yet too hot."

Line 407,
"And be more beautiful than heaven,
To have more flowers, seven times seven,
Than there are bright stars in the sky.
The winter's dearth it had put by,
The rigours of the icy morrow,
The suffering, the time of sorrow:"

Line 487,
"It seems remarkable that Nature
Could suffer any living creature
To bear such grief and not be dead,
Most sadly pale, not white and red,"

Line 507,
"So sharp his sorrows manifold,
They lay upon his heart ice-cold."

Line 555,
"So tell me of your bitter grief;
For that may give your heart relief,
That heart which pains you in your side.'
At that he rather glanced aside"

Line 573,
"I grieve that I live half a day!
Let any man who will, essay."

Line 583,
"Yes, Death himself's so much my foe:
I'd die, but he won't have it so.
For when I seek him, he will flee:
I'd have him, but he won't have me."

Line 593,
"A fiend-like heart and soul possess
Unless he pitied my distress."

Line 609,
"Turned to dark is all my light.
My wit is folly, my day, night;"

Line 791,
"I chose love as my primal skill,
And therefore it is with me still,"

Line 813,
"The traitress, faithless and perverse.
Would God that I could call her worst!"

Line 827,
"In beauty,courtesy and grace,
In radiant modesty of face,"

Line 851,
"Her glaces full of graciousness,
Her voice so warm with kindliness,"

Line 881,
"She had in all more moderation
Than other ladies in creation."

Line 1099,
"To serve as truly as I could:
Not false, not lax, but firm and good."

Line 1157,
"Composed as best I could in song,
And often sang out loud and strong.
Thus very many songs I wrought,
Although my music still fell short,"

Line 1195,
"I settled in the thought that Nature
Would not produce in one sole creature"

Line 1275,
"At that, with joy my heart grew great:
No need to put it to debate!"

Line 1289,
"Our hearts were so in harmony
That neither was ever contrary"

Line 1301,
"'Alas the day that I was born!
I told you that I was forlorn"

Line 1331,
"That I shall in the course of time
Attempt to put it all in rhyme"