For He Was Likely, Had

The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After The Songs Of Apollo.

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.

Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend So Horrid As In Woman.

Death Makes No Conquest Of This Conqueror: For Now He Lives In Fame, Though Not In Life.

If You Did Wed My Sister For Her Wealth, Then For Her Wealth's Sake Use Her With More Kindness; Or, If You Like Elsewhere, Do It By Stealth; Muffle Your False Love With Some Show Of Blindness; Let Not My Sister Read It In Your Eye; Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's Orator; Look Sweet, Speak Fair, Become Disloyalty; Apparel Vice Like Virtue's Harbinger; Bear A Fair Presence, Though Your Heart Be Tainted; Teach Sin The Carriage Of A Holy Saint; Be Secret-false.