If I Should Say The Sweetest Speech

If Thy Heart Fails Thee, Climb Not At All.

There Is Only One Christ, Jesus, One Faith. All Else Is A Dispute Over Trifles.

A Meal Of Bread, Cheese And Beer Constitutes The Perfect Food.

If I Follow The Inclination Of My Nature, It Is This: Beggar-woman And Single, Far Rather Than Queen And Married.

I Grieve And Dare Not Show My Discontent, I Love And Yet Am Forced To Seem To Hate, I Do, Yet Dare Not Say I Ever Meant, I Seem Stark Mute But Inwardly Do Prate. I Am And Not, I Freeze And Yet Am Burned, Since From Myself Another Self I Turned. My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.