Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors

Give Me A Staff Of Honor For Mine Age, But Not A Sceptre To Control The World.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.

O, Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors! All Good Seeming, By Thy Revolt, O Husband, Shall Be Thought Put On For Villainy, Not Born Where't Grows, But Worn A Bait For Ladies.

My Pride Fell With My Fortunes.