What A Deformed Thief This

By My Soul I Swear, There Is No Power In The Tongue Of Man To Alter Me.

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.

The Good I Stand On Is My Truth And Honesty.

He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye