This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My

Is She Not Passing Fair?

Have Patience, And Endure

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?