But Wherefore Could Not I Pronounce 'amen'?

My Wits Begin To Turn.

So Weary With Disasters, Tugg'd With Fortune, That I Would Set My Life On Any Chance, To Mend, Or Be Rid On't.

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

What Many Men Desire--that 'many' May Be Meant By The Fool Multitude That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach, Which Pries Not To Th' Interior, But Like The Martlet Builds In The Weather On The Outward Wall, Even In The Force And Road Of Casualty.

The Due Of Honor In No Point Omit.