Value Dwells Not In Particular Will; It

Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster

So Many Horrid Ghosts.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Of Anger Constant Spirit, Not Swerving With The Blood, Garnish'd And Deck'd In Modest Compliment, Not Working With The Eye Without The Ear, And But In Purged Judgement Trusting Neither? Such And So Finely Bolted Didst Thou Seem.

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.