God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay,

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

No, No, No, No! Come, Let's Away To Prison: We Two Alone Will Sing Like Birds I' The Cage: When Thou Dost Ask Me Blessing, I'll Kneel Down, And Ask Of Thee Forgiveness: So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies, And Hear Poor Rogues Talk Of Court News; And We'll Talk With Them Too, Who Loses And Who Wins; Who's In, Who's Out; And Take Upon's The Mystery Of Things, As If We Were God's Spies: And We'll Wear Out, In A Wall'd Prison, Packs And Sects Of Great Ones, That Ebb And Flow By The Moon.

Out Of This Nettle - Danger - We Pluck This Flower - Safety.

Tis Not The Many Oaths That Make The Truth; But The Plain Single Vow, That Is Vow'd True.

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.