What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.

And Where The Offense Is, Let The Great Axe Fall.

In Thy Face I See The Map Of Honour, Truth And Loyalty.

To Lapse In Fulness Is Sorer Than To Lie For Need, And Falsehood Is Worse In Kings Than Beggars.