Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

A Lion Among Ladies Is A Most Dreadful Thing.

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

Help, Master, Help! Here's A Fish Hangs In The Net, Like A Poor Man's Right In The Law; 'twill Hardly Come Out.