By The Pricking Of My Thumbs, Something

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

When Workmen Strive To Do Better Than Well, They Do Confound Their Skill In Covetousness.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.