Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But

My Dear, Dear Lord, The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Afford Is Spotless Reputation; That Away Men Are But Gilded Loan Or Painted Clay... Mine Honor Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done.

To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles.

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

My Love Admits No Qualifying Dross

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death!