Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My

Was Ever Woman In This Humour Wooed? Was Ever Woman In This Humour Won?

Be Lion-mettled, Proud, And Take No Care Who Chafes, Who Frets, Or Where Conspirers Are!

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.