With A Bloody Flux Of Oaths Vows

If Thy Daughter Marry Well, Thou Hast Found A Son; If Not, Thou Hast Lost A Daughter.

My Soul, Sit Thou A Patient Looker-on; Judge Not The Play Before The Play Is Done: Her Plot Hath Many Changes; Every Day Speaks A New Scene; The Last Act Crowns The Play

Is Not This Lily Pure? What Fuller Can Procure A White So Perfect, Spotless Clear As In This Flower Doth Appear?

Lust Is A Sharp Spur To Vice, Which Always Putteth The Affections Into A False Gallop.

Socrates Called Beauty A Short-lived Tyranny; Plato, A Privilege Of Nature; Theophrastus, A Silent Cheat; Theocritus, A Delightful Prejudice; Carneades, A Solitary Kingdom; Aristotle, That It Was Better Than All The Letters Of Recommendation In The World; Homer, That It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature; And Ovid, That It Was Favor Bestowed By The Gods.