。，Red of heat, He maketh thus,
Confide to godless cause so just,。，
Held as a strangled asp.。，Without a God no day can rise,
For charity was her intent,。，- I am a man of many sins,
。，White of heat, the circlet wore.
VI。，All white as a dead eye.
。，An oaken head old Kraken shook,
Grand by righteous wrath transfigured,。，Conjured of the stronger's law,
。，He prays you of your gentleness,
And lord and dame held gentle sport,。，Devils transcribe below.
I behold our morning day。，Blood, and thirst the Passion's thirst.
。，She inheriting from many
。，A frost of beauty white.
。，Iron hymns, for men to hear
，III。，At my breasts I cool thy footsoles;