Come Not Within The Measure Of My

By Innocence I Swear, And By My Youth, I Have One Heart, One Bosom, And One Truth, And That No Woman Has, Nor Never None Shall Mistress Be Of It Save I Alone.

I Can Give The Loser Leave To Chide.

For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth Done.

To Do A Great Right Do A Little Wrong.

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.