I Have Set My Life Upon A

Thrust Your Head Into The Public Street, To Gaze On Christian Fools With Varnish'd Faces.

Bell, Book And Candle Shall Not Drive Me Back, When Gold And Silver Becks Me To Come On.

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

Mine Honor Is My Life, Both Grow In One. Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done. Then, Dear My Liege, Mine Honor Let Me Try; In That I Live, And For That I Will Die.