Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till

If Yon Bethink Yourself Of Any Crime Unreconcil'd As Yet To Heaven And Grace, Solicit For It Straight.

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.

It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient Honor Won.

That Which Is Now A Horse, Even With A Thought The Rack Dislimms, And Makes It Indistinct As Water Is In Water

I Have Seen The Day Of Wrong Through The Little Hole Of Discretion, And I Will Right Myself Like A Soldier.