By words’ multitude, silence strict I’ve imposed.
My sweetness I’ll hide, in this world, in the next.
As veil, austere features I’ve firmly annexed.
My secrets to shield from the ken of all ears,
One out of a hundred, alone, here appears.
The world is right jealous, for reason that best:
God first jealous was, long before all the rest.[227]220
He’s soul. The two worlds His august body form.[228]
The body, through soul must receive good or harm.
Whoso in his worship turns truly to God,