It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.

As He Was Valiant, I Honour Him. But As He Was Ambitious, I Slew Him.