“Sweet, thou art young.”
“So He was young
Who for my sake in silence hung
Upon the Cross with Passion wrung.”

“Look, thou art fair.”
“He was more fair
Than men, Who deign'd for me to wear
A visage marr'd beyond compare.”

“And thou hast riches.”
“Daily bread:
All else is His: Who, living, dead,
For me lack'd where to lay His Head.”

“And life is sweet.”
“It was not so
To Him, Whose Cup did overflow
With mine unutterable woe.”