My True Love Hath My Heart, And

Who Doth Desire That Chaste His Wife Should Be, First Be He True, For Truth Doth Truth Deserve.

Shallow Brooks Murmur Most, Deep And Silent Slide Away.

But Words Came Halting Forth, Wanting Invention's Stay; Invention, Nature's Child, Fled Stepdame Study's Blows; And Others' Feet Still Seemed But Strangers In My Way. Thus, Great With Child To Speak, And Helpless In My Throes, Biting My Truant Pen, Beating Myself For Spite: "fool," Said My Muse To Me, "look In Thy Heart, And Write.

God Has Appointed Us Captains Of This Our Bodily Fort, Which, Without Treason To That Majesty, Are Never To Be Delivered Over Till They Are Demanded.

In Shame There Is No Comfort But To Be Beyond All Bounds Of Shame.