Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

When The Sea Was Calm All Ships Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

I Love Him For His Sake; And Yet I Know Him A Notorious Liar, Think Him A Great Way Fool, Solely A Coward; Yet These Fix'd Evils Sit So Fit In Him That They Take Place When Virtue's Steely Bones Looks Bleak I' Th' Cold Wind; Withal, Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.