Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.

Love For Thy Love , And Hand For Hand I Give.

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

Oh, I Have Passed A Miserable Night, So Full Of Ugly Sights, Of Ghastly Dreams!

Well, God's Above All; And There Be Souls Must Be Saved, And There Be Souls Must Not Be Saved.