Best Men Oft Are Moulded Out Of

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

There Is Thy Gold, Worse Poison To Men's Souls, Doing More Murder In This Loathsome World, Than These Poor Compounds That Thou Mayst Not Sell.

See How She Leans Her Cheek Upon Her Hand. O, That I Were A Glove Upon That Hand That I Might Touch That Cheek!

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!

Extreme Fear Can Neither Fight Nor Fly.