I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

Who Is So Firm That Can't Be Seduced?

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

Oh! That You Could Turn Your Eyes Towards The Napes Of Your Necks, And Make But An Interior Survey Of Your Good Selves.