Of my suit I’ll make an end:
On my knees I pardon crave for this offence,
Which love and true affection did first commence.
Commend me to thy loving lady,
Bear to her this chain of gold
And these bracelets for a token,
Grieving that I was so bold:
All my jewels in like sort bear thou with thee,
For they are fitting for thy wife, and not for me.”
Statue of Sir Richard Leveson
in the Court-yard at Trentham.