Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.

But As The Unthought-on Accident Is Guilty To What We Wildly Do, So We Profess Ourselves To Be The Slaves Of Chance, And Flies Of Every Wind That Blows.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.

Love Like A Shadow Flies When Substance Love Pursues Pursuing That That Flies, And Flying What Pursues.

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!