Ev'n Wit's A Burthen, When It Talks

Many Things Impossible To Thought Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky

With How Much Ease Believe We What We Wish!

Woman's Honor Is Nice As Ermine; It Will Not Bear A Soil.