I'll Have No Husband, If You Be

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity.

How Quickly Nature Falls Into Revolt When Gold Becomes Her Object! For This The Foolish Over-careful Fathers Have Broke Their Sleep With Thoughts, Their Brains With Care, Their Bones With Industry.

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.