Many Dream Not To Find,

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

More Can I Bear Than You Dare Execute.

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another: You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp, And Nick-name God's Creatures, And Make Your Wantonness Your Ignorance. Go To, I'll No More On't; It Hath Made Me Mad.

I Hold It Cowardice To Rest Mistrustful Where A Noble Heart Hath Pawned An Open Hand In Sign Of Love.