Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.
Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!
Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Striving to better, oft we mar whatโs well.