My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame;

A Sympathy In Choice.

But Thou, Contracted To Thine Own Bright Eyes, Feed'st Thy Light's Flame With Self-substantial Fuel, Making A Famine Where Abundance Lies, Thyself Thy Foe, To Thy Sweet Self Too Cruel.

This Is The Third Time; I Hope Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers. Away; Go. They Say There Is Divinity In Odd Numbers, Either In Nativity, Chance, Or Death.

How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth It Is To Have A Thankless Child!

Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves You So? / Lay Breath So Bitter On Your Bitter Foe.