How Ready Is Heaven To Those That

I Now Think, Love Is Rather Deaf, Than Blind, For Else It Could Not Be, That She, Whom I Adore So Much, Should So Slight Me, And Cast My Love Behind.

[the Play] Is Like To Be A Very Conceited Scurvy One, In Plain English.

They, Who Know No Evil, Will Suspect None.

Passions Are Spiritual Rebels And Raise Sedition Against The Understanding.

Fortune, Thou Hadst No Deity, If Men Had Wisdom.