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Although, cruel love

Although, cruel love,
you make me languish,
I will always
love you true.
 
With the patience
of my serving
I will be able to tire out
your pride.
 

Powers of prophecy

Powers of prophecy, mightn't you have said of me
That I would die at rest.
 
Tell me now how I might have such peace.
Might I ever in such ill-fate?
What did I say? Let me meet death and nothing more,
May it be continuous peace, the moment
That closes my days.