Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled

A Virtuous And A Christianlike Conclusion-- To Pray For Them That Have Done Scathe To Us.

Should All Despair That Have Revolted Wives, The Tenth Of Mankind Would Hang Themselves.

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.