I Have Pursued Her, As Love Hath

Do You Not Know I Am A Woman? When I Think, I Must Speak.

O Momentary Grace Of Mortal Men, Which We More Hunt For Than The Grace Of God!

Press Not A Falling Man Too Far; 'tis Virtue: His Faults Lie Open To The Laws; Let Them, Not You, Correct Him.

I Am Bewitched With The Rogue's Company. If The Rascal Have Not Given Me Medicines To Make Me Love Him, I'll Be Hanged.

And Therefore, — Since I Cannot Prove A Lover, To Entertain These Fair Well-spoken Days, — I Am Determined To Prove A Villain, And Hate The Idle Pleasures Of These Days.