Accuse not nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.
In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
Fear of change perplexes monarchs.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity.