It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.
What a deformed thief this fashion is.