I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

In Limited Professions There's Boundless Theft.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

For Thy Sweet Love Remember'd Such Wealth Brings That Then I Scorn To Change My State With Kings.