Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
Thou art a Castilian King urinal!
The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.