In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.
Too nice, and yet too true!
O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.
If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.