Fair Is Foul, And Foul Is Fair,

Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To Have Honey A Sauce To Sugar.

I Am Sure, Though You Can Guess What Temperance Should Be, You Know Not What It Is.

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death!

The Pleasing Punishment That Women Bear.