She's Beautiful, And Therefore To Be Wooed;

It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong The Vow; But Vows To Every Purpose Must Not Hold.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

Mine Honor Is My Life, Both Grow In One. Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done. Then, Dear My Liege, Mine Honor Let Me Try; In That I Live, And For That I Will Die.

For Thou Hast Given Me In This Beauteous Face A World Of Earthly Blessings To My Soul, If Sympathy Of Love Unite Our Thoughts.