The shame lies only in yielding to love.

I say again that you love the king." "At least I have never told him so," she faltered.
"And will you never ?" "May heaven wither my tongue first!" "But consider, my daughter.

Such love in a soul like yours is heaven's gift, and sent for some wise purpose.

This human love is too often but a noxious weed which blights the soil it grows in, but here it is a gracious flower, all fragrant with humility and virtue." "Alas! I have tried to tear it from my heart." "Nay; rather hold it firmly rooted there.

Did the king but meet with some tenderness from you, some sign that his own affection met with an answer from your heart, it might be that this ambition which you profess would be secured, and that Louis, strengthened by the intimate companionship of your noble nature, might live in the spirit as well as in the forms of the Church.