Gnawing With My Teeth My Bonds In

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.

Now All The Youth Of England Are On Fire, And Silken Dalliance In The Wardrobe Lies; Now Thrive The Armorers, And Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.