Yon Grey Lines That Fret

Time Shall Unfold What Plaited Cunning Hides: Who Cover Faults, At Last Shame Them Derides.

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.

What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy Part.

O How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes Favors! There Is Betwixt That Smile We Would Aspire To, That Sweet Aspect Of Princes, And Their Ruin, More Pangs And Fears Than Wars Or Women Have, And When He Falls, He Falls Like Lucifer, Never To Hope Again.