Let Us Be Diana's Foresters,

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.

Hereafter, In A Better World Than This, I Shall Desire More Love And Knowledge Of You

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.

For This, Be Sure, Tonight Thou Shalt Have Cramps, Side-stitches That Shall Pen Thy Breath Up. Urchins Shall Forth At Vast Of Night That They May Work All Exercise On Thee. Thou Shalt Be Pinched As Thick As Honeycomb, Each Pinch More Stinging Than Bees That Made 'em.