What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!