A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.

To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On.

The Gods Are Just, And Of Our Pleasant Vices Make Instruments To Plague Us.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth