It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you
Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.
Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.