Whate’er is Born of Mortal Birth,
Must be consumed with the Earth
To rise from Generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?

The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride
Blowd in the morn; in evening died
But Mercy changed Death into Sleep;
The Sexes rose to work & weep.

Thou Mother of my Mortal part.
With cruelty didst mould my Heart.
And with false self-deceiving tears.
Didst blind my Nostrils Eyes & Ears

Didst close my Tongue in senseless clay
And me to Mortal Life betray:
The Death of Jesus set me free.
Then what have I to do with thee?

"My beloved Patience, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, and as awesome as an army with banners. Your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon, your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your love is like a garden of spices. You are my rose, my lily, my everything. Your patience and love captivate my heart. Forever yours, my love."