Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine, And I My Self Am Mortgaged To Thy Will, My Self I'll Forfeit, So That Other Mine, Thou Wilt Restore To Be My Comfort Still.

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

I'll Make My Heaven In A Lady's Lap

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.