I Thank God I Am As Honest

So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With Crows As Yonder Lady O'er Her Fellows Shows.

To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much.

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

O, I Do Not Like That Paying Back, 'tis A Double Labor.

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!