Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors

I Am Asham'd That Women Are So Simple To Offer War Where They Should Kneel For Peace.

I'll Take Thy Word For Faith, Not Ask Thine Oath; Who Shuns Not To Break One Will Sure Crack Both.

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.

You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.