Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

Dumb Jewels Often, In Their Silent Kind, More Than Quick Words, Do Move A Woman's Mind.

Against Ill Chances Men Are Ever Merry, But Heaviness Foreruns The Good Event.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

I Am Not Bound To Please Thee With My Answer.

One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold