If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises, Sounds, And Sweet Airs, That Give Delight And Hurt Not. Sometimes A Thousand Twangling Instruments Will Hum About Mine Ears; And Sometime Voices, That, If I Then Had Waked After Long Sleep, Will Make Me Sleep Again: And Then, In Dreaming, The Clouds Methought Would Open, And Show Riches Ready To Drop Upon Me; That, When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again.

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

Which Means She To Deceive, Father Or Mother?

Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.