Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.

I'll Give My Jewels For A Set Of Beads, My Gorgeous Palace For A Hermitage, My Gay Apparel For An Almsman's Gown, My Figured Goblets For A Dish Of Wood, My Scepter For A Palmer's Walking Staff My Subjects For A Pair Of Carved Saints And My Large Kingdom For A Little Grave.

From This Time Forth My Thoughts Be Bloody, Or Be Nothing Worth!

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!