Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate.

Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners All.

Flower Of This Purple Dye, Hit With Cupid's Archery, Sink In Apple Of His Eye.

Use Every Man According To His Desert And Who Should 'scape Whipping? Use Them After Your Own Honor And Dignity, The Less They Deserve ... The More Merit In Your Bounty.