There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be

Refrain To-night; And That Shall Lend A Kind Of Easiness To The Next Abstinence, The Next More Easy; For Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature, And Either Master The Devil Or Throw Him Out With Wondrous Potency.

Oh, God! I Have An Ill-divining Soul!

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Has No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil....o God, That Men Should Put An Enemy In Their Mouths To Steal Away Their Brains! That We Should, With Joy, Pleasance Revel And Applause, Transform Ourselves Into Beasts!

Look To Her, Moor, If Thou Has Eyes To See. She Has Deceived Her Father, And May Thee.

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.