Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

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

Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

Yea From The Table Of My Memory I'll Wipe Away All Trivial Fond Records.

Though Inclination Be As Sharp As Will, My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent, And, Like A Man To Double Business Bound, I Stand In Pause Where I Shall First Begin, And Both Neglect.