Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

Ere I Could Make Thee Open Thy White Hand, And Clap Thyself My Love; Then Didst Thou Utter, I Am Your's For Ever!

A Very Little Little Let Us Do And All Is Done.

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.