O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.

Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.

I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

A flock of blessings light upon thy back