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In love, In deepest admiration, in devotion That for thy sake would make me welcome death, Yea, suffer shame, or be an outlawed wretch, Cast off from all my kind.

Come to my heart! think of me when I'm gone; And be my fate thy warning. For I see Keen passions and affections in thy nature, Akin to those I felt in early youth. And when thou think'st of me, consider this: The law condemneth not a man unheard, Be he the veriest wretch upon the earth: But I unheard condemn'd my dearest friend. Balthazer, thou dost know how very dear— No, no! thou could'st not know how well I loved him. Farewell, good Secretary, and be sure Thou mind thy charge. See that it be erected With strength and skill; a noble monument, That will resist the silent strokes of time. How is it that I do not see him here?

On learning that your sentence was pronounced, He took his bed; and whether violent grief