Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assur D, Glassy Essence, Like An Angry Ape, Plays Such Fantastic Tricks Before High Heaven, As Make The Angels Weep.

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.

The Horn, The Horn, The Lusty Horn Is Not A Thing To Laugh To Scorn.

Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feelings As To Sight?