Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.

O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And Shame The Devil!

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.