Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks,

What Else May Hap, To Time I Will Commit.

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

No Metal Can--no, Not The Hangman's Axe--bear Half The Keenness Of Thy Sharp Envy.

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.