Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst

No Man Means Evil But The Devil, And We Shall Know Him By His Horns.

Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.

Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.