And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.

The Big Round Tears Cours'd One Another Down His Innocent Nose, In Piteous Chase.

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.

Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She; The Heaven Such Grace Did Lend Her, That She Might Admired Be.