Truth Is Truth To The

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?

Who Can Be Patient In Extremes?

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

Show Me A Mistress That Is Passing Fair, What Doth Her Beauty Serve But As A Note Where I May Read Who Pass'd That Passing Fair?