So Foul And Fair A Day I

'by Heaven, That Thou Art Fair, Is Most Infallible True, That Thou Art Beauteous Truth Itself, That Thou Art Lovely. More Fairer Than Fair, Beautiful Than Beauteous, Truer Than Truth Itself, Have Commiseration On Thy Heroical Vassal.

Awake, Awake, English Nobility! Let Not Sloth Dim Your Horrors New-begot.

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.