I Was A Coward On Instinct.

In Thee Thy Mother Dies, Our Household's Name, My Death's Revenge, Thy Youth, And England's Fame.

Be Wary Then; Best Safety Lies In Fear.

My Heart Laments That Virtue Cannot Live Out Of The Teeth Of Emulation.

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.

Thou Art A Soul In Bliss; But I Am Bound Upon A Wheel Of Fire; That Mine Own Tears Do Scald Like Molten Lead.