He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness

O Jest Unseen, Inscrutable, Invisible, As A Nose On A Man's Face, Or A Weathercock On A Steeple.

What, Can The Devil Speak True?

Drink Down All Unkindness.

I Crave Fit Disposition For My Wife; Due Reference Of Place, And Exhibition; With Such Accommodation, And Besort, As Levels With Her Breeding.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.