Who Wooed In Haste, And Means To

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

To Business That We Love We Rise Betime, And Go To't With Delight.

By God, I Cannot Flatter, I Do Defy The Tongues Of Soothers! But A Braver Place In My Heart's Love Hath No Man Than Yourself. Nay, Task Me To My Word; Approve Me, Lord.

For A Noble Heart, The Most Precious Gift Becomes Poor, When The Giver Stops Loving.

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.