So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched in so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole their whole sex withal.
Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe