My Love Is Deep; The More I

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine, Whose Weakness, Married To Thy Stronger State, Makes Me With Thy Strength To Communicate.

As You From Crimes Would Pardon'd Be, Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free.

What A Fool Honesty Is.

And Caesar Shall Go Forth.