I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
Have patience, and endure
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.
Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.