“ And then yield unto all that are his foes; May he be scorn'd by one, whom all else scorn, Forswear to others, what to her he hath sworn, With fear of missing, shame of getting, torn. Madness his sorrow, gout his cramps, may he Make, by but thinking who hath made him such; And may he feel no touch Of conscience, but of fame, and be Anguish'd, not that 'twas sin, but that 'twas she; Or may he for her virtue reverence One that hates him only for impotence, And equal traitors be she and his sense. ”
