John Marston

“Foul canker of fair virtuous action,Know that my spirit scorns Detraction's spite.”

“Who winks and shuts his apprehension up.”

“For see, the dapple-grey coursers of the mornAnd chase it through the sky.”

“Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, one in all, and all in one.”