Was there a thing on earth or in heaven or hell I feared until love rent me.

'Twould but have fired my blood, and made me mad with fury that dares all.

'Spread it abroad!' I would have cried to him.

'Tell it to all the world, craven and outcast, whose vileness all men know, and see how I shall bear myself, and how I shall drive through the town with head erect.

As I bore myself when I set the rose crown on my head, so shall I bear myself then.