Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now, And For That Sorrow, Which I Then Did Feel, Needs Must I Under My Transgression Bow, Unless My Nerves Were Brass Or Hammered Steel.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

Every Why Has A Wherefore.