But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you may have it.

At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If you have ever looked on better days, If ever been where bells knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. . . .

Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster

O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.