Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

I Stalk About Her Door, Like A Strange Soul Upon The Stygian Banks Staying For Waftage.

Lady, You Are The Cruel'st She Alive If You Will Lead These Graces To The Grave And Leave The World No Copy.

Abate The Edge Of Traitors, Gracious Lord, That Would Reduce These Bloody Days Again And Make Poor England Weep In Streams Of Blood! Let Them Not Live To Taste This Land's Increase That Would With Treason Wound This Fair Land's Peace! Now Civil Wounds Are Stopped, Peace Lives Again: That She May Long Live Here, God Say Amen!