The elder lady kissed her hair and eyes, and said further: "Cling fast to your love, my darling.

You have nothing else than love, and without it life is shallow indeed, is sheer emptiness.
You will never find it in the Magister's arms, and that your heart is of a certainty, not set on marrying a well-to-do man at any cost...." But she did not end her speech, inasmuch as Ann imploringly raised her great eyes in mild reproach, as though to defend herself from some hurt.
So my aunt comforted her with a few kind words, and then went on to admonish her as follows: "Verily it is not love you lack, but patient trust.

I have heard from Margery here what bitter disappointments you have suffered.

And it is hard indeed to the stricken heart to look for a new spring for the withered harvest of joy.

But look you at my good husband.