Every day I think of you, and my love grows.

I see your face full of honor and the will to give all for me.

Because it is in you, I love honor beyond all my hope of it, and--that look in your eyes--oh, it has made me to think gently and be kind! Now I tell you of a wonderful thing--this feeling is the very seed of friendship.
The legate, the procurator, the high priest, and Herod himself, are my friends.

I had only the will to serve, and now they insist that I shall command.

After all, it is in no way remarkable--there be so few here who forget themselves for the good of the service.