Come, And Take Choice Of All My

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?

Take You Me For A Sponge?

Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel What Wretches Feel, That Thou Mayst Shake The Superflux To Them And Show The Heavens More Just.

It Is Not In The Stars To Hold Our Destiny But In Ourselves.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.