Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

They Were Devils Incarnate.

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.

The Barge She Sat In, Like A Burnish'd Throne, Burnt On The Water.