His Worst Fault Is, He's

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

Out Of This Nettle - Danger - We Pluck This Flower - Safety.

I Do The Wrong, And First Begin To Brawl. The Secret Mischiefs That I Set Abroach I Lay Unto The Grievous Charge Of Others.

Fair Ladies, Masked, Are Roses In Their Bud; Dismasked, The Damask Sweet Commixture Shown, Are Angels Vailing Clouds, Or Roses Blown.

Every True Man's Apparel Fits Your Thief.