O All You Host Of Heaven! O

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

I Prithee Gentle Friend, Let Thy Fair Wisdom, Not Thy Passions, Sway In This Uncivil And Unjust Extent Against Thy Peace.

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.