Now my charms are all o'erthrown.

When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary

Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75