So. Lie there, my art.

As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.

The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.