A Very Little Thief Of Occasion Will

For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth Done.

Though Inclination Be As Sharp As Will, My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent, And, Like A Man To Double Business Bound, I Stand In Pause Where I Shall First Begin, And Both Neglect.

Adieu! I Have Too Grieved A Heart To Take A Tedious Leave.

If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And True, There's No Man Happy.

For This, Be Sure, Tonight Thou Shalt Have Cramps, Side-stitches That Shall Pen Thy Breath Up. Urchins Shall Forth At Vast Of Night That They May Work All Exercise On Thee. Thou Shalt Be Pinched As Thick As Honeycomb, Each Pinch More Stinging Than Bees That Made 'em.