There Is Special Providence In The Fall

It Easeth Some, Though None It Ever Cured, To Think Their Dolour Others Have Endured.

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.

By Innocence I Swear, And By My Youth, I Have One Heart, One Bosom, And One Truth, And That No Woman Has, Nor Never None Shall Mistress Be Of It Save I Alone.