I Must Be Gone And

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

If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.