A Rarer Spirit Never Did Steer Humanity;

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

Till All Grace Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

Be Merry, And Employ Your Chiefest Thoughts To Courtship And Such Fair Ostents Of Love As Shall Conveniently Become You There.

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.