In Listening Mood She Seemed To Stand,

Good Even, Good Fair Moon, Good Even To Thee. I Prithee, Dear Moon, Now Show To Me The Form And The Features, The Speech And Degree, Of The Man That True Lover Of Mine Shall Be.

Just At The Age 'twixt Boy And Youth, When Thought Is Speech, And Speech Is Truth.

To Be Ambitious Of True Honor, Of The True Glory And Perfection Of Our Natures, Is The Very Principle And Incentive Of Virtue.

Many A Law, Many A Commandment Have I Broken, But My Word Never.

Chivalry!---why, Maiden, She Is The Nurse Of Pure And High Affection---the Stay Of The Oppressed, The Redresser Of Grievances, The Curb Of The Power Of The Tyrant ---nobility Were But An Empty Name Without Her, And Liberty Finds The Best Protection In Her Lance And Her Sword.