Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave

The Readiness Is All.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Or Anger

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

The Time Is Out Of Joint : O Cursed Spite, That Ever I Was Born To Set It Right!