O Fortune, Fortune! All Men Call Thee

His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are Oracles; His Love Sincere, His Thoughts Immaculate; His Tears Pure Messengers Sent From His Heart; His Heart As Far From Fraud, As Heaven From Earth

On Pain Of Death, No Person Be So Bold.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face, Therefore I Think I Am Not In The Night; Nor Doth This Wood Lack Worlds Of Company, For You In My Respect Are All The World: Then How Can It Be Said I Am Alone, When All The World Is Here To Look On Me?