Doubt Is A Thief That

Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue, Rather Makes Choice Of Loss, Than Gain Which Darkens Him.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.

I Cannot Speak Your England.