I May Command Where I Adore.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.

Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She; The Heaven Such Grace Did Lend Her, That She Might Admired Be.

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.

Bring Me A Constant Woman To Her Husband, One That Ne'er Dream'd A Joy Beyond His Pleasure, And To That Woman, When She Has Done Most, Yet Will I Add An Honour-a Great Patience.