I Pardon Him, As God Shall Pardon

When Devils Will The Blackest Sins Put On They Do Suggest At First With Heavenly Shows

Sweets Grown Common Lose Their Dear Delight.

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.

Then Will I Raise Aloft The Milk-white Rose. For Whose Sweet Smell The Air Shall Be Perfumed.