Justice Always Whirls In Equal

So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves; The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament.

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

You Wear Out A Good Wholesome Forenoon In Hearing A Cause Between An Orange Wife And A Fosset-seller.

This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It Be So, It Is A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows That Ever I Have Felt.