I begun,
Our wills
and fates
do so
contrary
run That
our
devices
still are
overthrown;Our
thoughts
are ours,
their ends
none of
our own:
So think
thou wilt
no second
husband
wed;But
die thy
thoughts
when thy
first lord
is dead.
Player
Queen Nor
earth to
me give
food, nor
heaven
light!
Sport and
repose
lock from
me day and
night! To
desperation
turn my
trust and
hope! An
anchor's
cheer in
prison be
my scope!
Each
opposite
that
blanks the
face of
