If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

...vaulted With Such Ease Into His Seat, As If An Angel Dropp'd Down From The Clouds, To Turn And Wind A Fiery Pegasus, And Witch The World With Noble Horsemanship.

Pray You Now, Forget And Forgive.