Adieu! I Have Too Grieved A Heart

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.

I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched In So Many Giddy Offences As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Their Whole Sex Withal.

Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

For He Was Likely, Had He Been Put On, To Have Proved Most Royally.

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle; I Am No Traitor's Uncle, And That Word "grace" In An Ungracious Mouth Is But Profane.