In thy foul throat thou liest.

It is as easy as lying.

Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him,
And all their ministers attend on him.

He is evil by his very nature.

There is no evil angel but Love.

For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am