Women Being The Weaker Vessels, Are Ever

So Will I Turn Her Virtue Into Pitch, And Out Of Her Own Goodness Make The Net That Shall Enmesh Them All.

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So Far, That, Should I Wade No More, Returning Were As Tedious As Go O'er.

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service