A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

There's Nothing Ill Can Dwell In Such A Temple. If The Ill Spirit Have So Fair A House, Good Things Will Strive To Dwell With't

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triump Die, Like Fire And Powder Which, As They Kiss, Consume