The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My

When I Was Fair And Young, And Favor Graced Me, Of Many Was I Sought, Their Mistress For To Be; But I Did Scorn Them All, And Answered Them Therefore, "go, Go, Go Seek Some Otherwhere! Importune Me No More!

I Do Not Want A Husband Who Honors Me As A Queen If He Does Not Love Me As A Woman.

I Pluck Up The Good Lissome Herbs Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Digest Them By Musing, And Lay Them Up At Length In The High Seat Of Memory.

If I Should Say The Sweetest Speech With The Eloquentest Tongue That Ever Was In Man, I Were Not Able To Express That Restless Care Which I Have Ever Bent To Govern For The Greatest Wealth.

O Fortune, How Thy Restless, Wavering State Has Fraught With Cares My Troubled Wit!