The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.

There Is Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow.

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love, Whose Violent Property Ordoes Itself And Leads The Will To Desperate Undertakings.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.