Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!
The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.
This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.
Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.