Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.

A Good Wit Will Make Use Of Anything.

Of All The Fair Resort Of Gentlemen That Every Day With Parle Encounter Me, In Thy Opinion Which Is Worthiest Love?

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

Now The Good Gods Forbid That Our Renowned Rome, Whose Gratitude Towards Her Deserved Children Is Enrolled In Jove's Own Book, Like An Unnatural Dam Should Now Eat Up Her Own!