From off the battlements of any tower,

Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk

Where serpents are; chain me with roaring

bears, Or hide me nightly in a charnel house,

O’ercovered quite with dead men’s rattling

bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless

skulls.

Or bid me go into a new-made grave

And hide me with a dead man in his shroud -

Things that to hear them told have made me

tremble –

And I will do it without fear or doubt,

To live an unstained wife to my sweet love."