IV。，Honour first did plant the fence.
Red of heat, are none so base!。，
。，If a ghost should come a ghost will go:
。，He stamped, as when men drive an oath
She saw him chained and shamed.。，Lightening from its thunder-roof:
。，One hand enclosed a paper scroll,
Meanwhile you, freaked nature's martyrs,。，What am I to them? Behold
And see the Winter storm-cloud cleft。，But this one instinct true,
Never nature cherished woman:。，Those old Martyrs sloughed their pride,
If I could kill thee! shrieked her look:。，Earth into its graves, and fear!
。，White of heat, once on my breast!
The laughter in his heart grew slack;。，There was grief at Court for one so gay,
。，Your husband's others weigh.