So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.

“For the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge”

“And then he drew a dial from his poke,And looking with lack-lustre eye,Says ver…”

“Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:Such comfort as do lusty young…”

“Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition”