She Cannot Love, Nor Take No Shape

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.

Tis Much When Sceptres Are In Children's Hands, But More When Envy Breeds Unkind Division: There Comes The Ruin, There Begins Confusion.

Would I Were In An Alehouse In London.

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

I Will Be Free, Even To The Uttermost, As I Please, In Words.