If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man!

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

A Virtuous And A Christianlike Conclusion-- To Pray For Them That Have Done Scathe To Us.