Shou'd my Fate not be,
To keep my Body free,
From Wounds and Bruises too,
Whilst Honour I pursue;
'Twou'd raise my Reputation,
My Pain I'd lose in Passion,
And glory that 'twas done for you.
Shou'd grim Death once assail me,
It cou'd never fright your Slave,
Fortune self cou'd never fail me,