Now I Will Believe That There Are

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

Still Constant Is A Wondrous Excellence.

Mine Honour Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honour From Me, And My Life Is Done.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!