But Like Of Each Thing That In

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

My Noble Father, I Do Perceive Here A Divided Duty. To You I Am Bound For Life And Education. My Life And Education Both Do Learn Me How To Respect You. You Are The Lord Of My Duty, I Am Hitherto Your Daughter. But Here’s My Husband, And So Much Duty As My Mother Showed To You, Preferring You Before Her Father, So Much I Challenge That I May Profess Due To The Moor My Lord.

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.

Hanging And Wiving Goes By Destiny.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!