And Where The Offense Is, Let The

The Good I Stand On Is My Truth And Honesty.

And Writers Say, As The Most Forward Bud Is Eaten By The Canker Ere It Blow, Even So By Love The Young And Tender Wit Is Turn'd To Folly, Blasting In The Bud, Losing His Verdure Even In The Prime, And All The Fair Effects Of Future Hopes.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

'tis Not To Make Me Jealous To Say My Wife Is Fair, Feeds Well, Loves Company, Is Free Of Speech, Sings, Plays, And Dances Well; Where Virtue Is, These Are More Virtuous.

Gnawing With My Teeth My Bonds In Sunder, I Gain'd My Freedom.