Coelum non Animum mutant

Now from my friends I'll take my leave
But with my body, not my heart.
I should be loth to have them grieve;
May they be happy for their part!
May I return to find them free from suffering!
Since friends' departure such a bitter grief doth bring,
Then friends' return must bring a heart-felt joy no less.
This comfort still shall comfort me in my distress.

That I must journey far away,
And that so soon it needs must be,—
Who'll tell her what I fain would say,
Who'll give her greeting fair from me?
That far from her with eager longing I depart,
And that I love her still with true and constant heart—
Whoso should tell her that, may fortune fair be his!
I'll never cease to bless him in my heart for this.

"No parting ever brought me dole
Like this, now that he fares from hence.
I give him all my heart and soul
To be his succour and defence;
And give him of my pleasures, too, an equal share,
That he may win salvation for us both o'er there.
And though to where I am his eyes should fail to see.
Let him gaze with his heart, not with his eyes, at me."