O, Pardon Me, Thou Bleeding Piece Of

He Must Needs Go That The Devil Drives.

Love Is Like A Child, That Longs For Everything It Can Come By

Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.