On Rumor's Tongue Continual Slanders Ride.

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.

Gloucester, We Have Done Deeds Of Charity, Made Peace Of Enmity, Fair Love Of Hate, Between These Swelling Wrong-incensed Peers.