Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.

Since My Dear Soul Was Mistress Of Her Choice And Could Of Men Distinguish Her Election, Sh'ath Sealed Thee For Herself.