The Good I Stand On Is My

Did My Heart Love Till Now? Forswear It, Sight! For I Ne'er Saw True Beauty Till This Night.

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund

Before Thee Stands This Fair Hesperides, With Golden Fruit, But Dangerous To Be Touched; For Death-like Dragons Here Affright Thee Hard.

Tis Not The Many Oaths That Make The Truth; But The Plain Single Vow, That Is Vow'd True.