To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces

The Hebrew Will Turn Christian; He Grows Kind.

I Pray Thee Cease Thy Counsel, Which Falls Into Mine Ears As Profitless As Water In A Sieve.

I Know Them, Yea, And What They Weigh, Even To The Utmost Scruple; Scambling, Out-facing, Fashion-mong'ring Boys, That Lie, And Cog, And Flout, Deprave, And Slander, Go Antickly, And Show Outward Hideousness, And Speak Off Half A Dozen Dangerous Words, How They Might Hurt Their Enemies, If They Durst; And This Is All.

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear