The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say,

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.

What Though The Sea Be Calm? Trust To The Shore, Ships Have Been Drown'd, Where Late They Danc'd Before.

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.

Hell Is No Other But A Soundlesse Pit, Where No One Beame Of Comfort Peeps In It.