I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.
Adversity makes strange bedfellows.
So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.