If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum Weary Of All, Shall Want Some.

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.

Mine Honor Is My Life, Both Grow In One. Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done. Then, Dear My Liege, Mine Honor Let Me Try; In That I Live, And For That I Will Die.

In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.