Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.

Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.

When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater

Come give us a taste of your quality.