I Will Make A Star-chamber Matter Of

If You Did Wed My Sister For Her Wealth, Then For Her Wealth's Sake Use Her With More Kindness; Or, If You Like Elsewhere, Do It By Stealth; Muffle Your False Love With Some Show Of Blindness; Let Not My Sister Read It In Your Eye; Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's Orator; Look Sweet, Speak Fair, Become Disloyalty; Apparel Vice Like Virtue's Harbinger; Bear A Fair Presence, Though Your Heart Be Tainted; Teach Sin The Carriage Of A Holy Saint; Be Secret-false.

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

In Such Business Action Is Eloquence, And The Eyes Of Th’ Ignorant More Learned Than The Ears.