Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

You Saw Her Fair, None Else Being By, Herself Pois'd With Herself In Either Eye; But In That Crystal Scales Let There Be Weigh'd Your Lady's Love Against Some Other Maid That I Will Show You Shining At This Feast, And She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Seems Best.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

Take You Me For A Sponge?