I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

Before Thee Stands This Fair Hesperides, With Golden Fruit, But Dangerous To Be Touched; For Death-like Dragons Here Affright Thee Hard.

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

The Urging Of That Word, Judgment, Hath Bred A Kind Of Remorse In Me.

As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.