So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.