before we started up. I said we were sent over to get going,

Spoiling the fevers of your virgin face:

Making your shining eyes but lead and clay,

Mocking your brilliant brain and lady's grace.

TRUTH haunted me the day I wooed and lost,

The day I wooed and won, or wooed in play:

Tho' you were Juliet or Rosalind,

Thus shall it be, forever and a day.

I doubt my vows, tho' sworn on my own blood,