My Father's Wit, And My Mother's Tongue,

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.

But Since The Affairs Of Men Rests Still Incertain, Let's Reason With The Worst That May Befall.

Words Are Grown So False, I Am Loath To Prove Reason With Them.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

By God, I Cannot Flatter, I Do Defy The Tongues Of Soothers! But A Braver Place In My Heart's Love Hath No Man Than Yourself. Nay, Task Me To My Word; Approve Me, Lord.