For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.

The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up Mine Eye!

Some Kinds Of Baseness Are Nobly Undergone.

So May I, Blind Fortune Leading Me, Miss That Which One Unworthier May Attain, And Die With Grieving.

He Who Has Injured Thee Was Either Stronger Or Weaker Than Thee. If Weaker, Spare Him; If Stronger, Spare Thyself.