Thou Art The Best O'

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate.

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!

Boldness Be My Friend.

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.