Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

The Deep Of Night Is Crept Upon Our Talk, And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.

The Time Is Out Of Joint.

But Till All Graces Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace. Rich She Shall Be, That's Certain; Wise, Or I'll None; Virtuous, Or I'll Never Cheapen Her; Fair, Or I'll Never Look On Her; Mild, Or Come Not Near Me; Noble, Or Not I For An Angel; Of Good Discourse, And Excellent Musician And Her Hair Shall Be Of What Colour It Shall Please God.