Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth. O These Deliberate Fools!

If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her, She Would Infect To The North Star!

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

Love Adds A Precious Seeing To The Eye.

When Heaven Doth Weep, Doth Not The Earth O'erflow? If The Winds Rage, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threatening The Welkin With His Big-swollen Face?