Shall Remain! Hear You This Triton Of

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.

Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands With Death.

O Constancy, Be Strong Upon My Side, Set A Huge Mountain 'tween My Heart And Tongue! I Have A Man's Mind, But A Woman's Might.

Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The Earth O'erwhelm Them, To Men's Eyes.