[…] You speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

… and for to show also the wonderful mickleness of hatred that thou hadst to my sin which I had made.

[…] There may be in the cup A spider steep’d, and one may drink, depart, And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge Is not infected...

See, from the weedy earth a rivulet break And purl along the untrodden wilderness;