Oh, I Have Passed A Miserable Night,

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

My Free Drift Halts Not Particularly, But Moves Itself In A Wide Sea Of Wax; No Levelled Malice Infects One Comma In The Course I Hold, But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched In So Many Giddy Offences As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Their Whole Sex Withal.