If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And

Dream In Light Years, Challenge Miles, Walk Step By Step

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs: If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her; She Would Infect To The North Star. I Would Not Marry Her, Though She Were Endowed With All That Adam Bad Left Him Before He Transgressed.