Opinion Crowns With An Imperial Voice.

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.

You Are My True And Honourable Wife; As Dear To Me As The Ruddy Drops That Visit My Sad Heart.

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.

If There Be Devils, Would I Were A Devil, To Live And Burn In Everlasting Fire, So I Might Have Your Company In Hell, But To Torment You With My Bitter Tongue!

The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand.