Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks,

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

To Kill, I Grant, Is Sin's Extremest Gust; But, In Defence, By Mercy, 'tis Most Just.

What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead Of Homage Sweet, But Poisoned Flattery?

Men That Make Envy And Crooked Malice Nourishment, Dare Bite The Best.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.