daughter’s jointure, for no more deep will I endart mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire; And these who, often drown’d, could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars. One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne’er saw her match since first the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of this license, apply