So Fair And Foul A

But Virtue Never Will Be Mov'd, Though Lewdness Court It In A Shape Of Heaven.

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.

Be Collected. No More Amazement. Tell Your Piteous Heart There's No Harm Done.

Constant You Are, But Yet A Woman; And For Secrecy, No Lady Closer; For I Well Believe Thou Wilt Not Utter What Thou Dost Not Know.

All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell Deeds.