Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

Lord, I Could Not Endure A Husband With A Beard On His Face! I Had Rather Lie In The Woolen.

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.

And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

This Passion, And The Death Of A Dear Friend, Would Go Near To Make A Man Look Sad.