The Smallest Worm Will Turn Being Trodden

This Act Is An Ancient Tale New Told; And, In The Last Repeating, Troublesome, Being Urged At A Time Unseasonable.

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death! O Limed Soul That, Struggling To Be Free, Art More Engaged! Help, Angels! Make Assay! Bow, Stubborn Knees! And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe!

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.