A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

In Right And Service To Their Noble Country.

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.

Lady, With Me, With Me Thy Fortune Lies.