As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
Barnes are blessings.
She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.