No Man's Pie Is Freed From His

Look To Her, Moor, If Thou Has Eyes To See. She Has Deceived Her Father, And May Thee.

If Little Faults Proceeding On Distemper Shall Not Be Winked At, How Shall We Stretch Our Eye When Capital Crimes, Chewed, Swallowed, And Digested, Appear Before Us?

The Bitter Clamor Of Two Eager Tongues.

What Can Be Happier Than For A Man, Conscious Of Virtuous Acts, And Content With Liberty, To Despise All Human Affairs?

While He Was Drunk Asleep, Or In His Rage, Or In The Incestuous Pleasure Of His Bed.