I Were Better To Be Eaten To

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

Thou Speak'st Like Him's Untutored To Repeat: Who Makes The Fairest Show Means Most Deceit.

What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

Good Morrow, Fair Ones; Pray You, If You Know, Where In The Purlieus Of This Forest Stands A Sheep-cote Fenc'd About With Olive Trees?

Devils Soonest Tempt, Resembling Spirits Of Light.