Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.
Be just, and fear not.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.