Let Me Not To The Marriage Of

When Remedies Are Past, The Griefs Are Ended By Seeing The Worst, Which Late On Hopes Depended. To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On. What Cannot Be Preserved When Fortune Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes. The Robb'd That Smiles Steals Something For The Thief; He Robs Himself That Spends A Bootless Grief.

Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.

Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.

Twere To Consider Too Curiously, To Consider So.