Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons,

Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art, As Those Whose Beauties Proudly Make Them Cruel; For Well Thou Know'st To My Dear Doting Heart Thou Art The Fairest And Most Precious Jewel.

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell Deeds.

Make Passionate My Sense Of Hearing.

So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.