Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

I’ll Look To Like, If Looking Liking Move; But No More Deep Will I Endart Mine Eye Than Your Consent Gives Strength To Make It Fly.

What, Can The Devil Speak True?

You Are Thought Here To The Most Senseless And Fit Man For The Job.

O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He Were Perfect.

Full Of Wise Saws And Modern Instances.