I Love Thee; None But Thee, And

I Must Be Gone And Live, Or Stay And Die.

Thus Did I Keep My Person Fresh And New, My Presence, Like A Robe Pontifical, Ne'er Seen But Wondered At, And So My State, Seldom But Sumptuous, Showed Like A Feast.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

I Cannot Speak Your England.