Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes

Why, This Hath Not A Finger's Dignity.

See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

A Pox O’ Your Throat, You Bawling, Blasphemous, Incharitable Dog!