Justice Always Whirls In Equal Measure.

Thine Eyes I Love, And They As Pitying Me, Knowing Thy Heart Torment Me With Disdain, Have Put On Black, And Loving Mourners Be, Looking With Pretty Ruth Upon My Pain.

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate.

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.