Crowns In My Purse I Have, And

Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh A Style.

I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee, And For My Soul, What Can It Do To That, Being A Thing Immortal As Itself?

It Is Great Sin To Swear Unto A Sin, But Greater Sin To Keep A Sinful Oath.

Why, What's The Matter, That You Have Such A February Face, So Full Of Frost, Of Storm And Cloudiness?

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.