Let no man under value the price of a virtuous woman's counsel.

News as wholesome as the morning air.

Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.

Tis immortality to die aspiring.

Archers ever Have two strings to bow; and shall great Cupid (Archer of archers both in men and women), Be worse provided than a common archer?

Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.

And for the authentical truth of either person or actions, who (worth the respecting) will expect it in a poem, whose subject is not truth, but things like truth? Poor envious souls they are that cavil at truth's want in these natural fictions; material instruction, elegant and sententious excitation to virtue, and deflection from her contrary, being the soul, limbs, and limits of an authentical tragedy.