Thou Shalt Not Stir One

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.

After Your Death You Were Better Have A Bad Epitaph Than Their Ill Report While You Live.

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?

Gentle And Low, An Excellent Thing In Woman.

As Love Is Full Of Unbefitting Strains, All Wanton As A Child, Skipping And Vain, Form'd By The Eye And Therefore, Like The Eye, Full Of Strange Shapes, Of Habits And Of Forms, Varying In Subjects As The Eye Doth Roll To Every Varied Object In His Glance