For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek

My Heart Suspects More Than Mine Eye Can See.

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

Constant You Are, But Yet A Woman; And For Secrecy, No Lady Closer; For I Well Believe Thou Wilt Not Utter What Thou Dost Not Know.

I Have Seen Better Faces In My Time Than Stands On Any Shoulder That I See Before Me At This Instant.

Ay Me! Sad Hours Seem Long.