Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.

When I was at home I was in a better place

God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.

What light through yonder window breaks?

I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self.