But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.

There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.

Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.

Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.

The sun must not set upon anger, much less will I let the sun set upon the anger of God towards me.

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?

How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!