I Gave My Whole Heart Up, For

Truth Is The Highest Thing That Man May Keep.

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.

There's No Workman, Whatsoever He Be, That May Both Work Well And Hastily.

For Hym Was Levere Have At His Beddes Heed Twenty Bookes, Clad In Blak Or Reed, Of Aristotle And His Philosophie, Than Robes Riche, Or Fithele, Or Gay Sautrie.

My House Is Small, But You Are Learned Men And By Your Arguments Can Make A Place Twenty Foot Broad As Infinite As Space.