Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.
If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Sweets to the sweet.