Death Hath So Many Doors To Let

Speak Boldly And Speak Truly, Shame The Devil.

Tyranny Is Yielding To The Lust Of The Governing.

Corruption Is A Tree, Whose Branches Are Of An Immeasurable Length: They Spread Ev'rywhere; And The Dew That Drops From Thence Hath Infected Some Chairs And Stools Of Authority.

O Woman, Perfect Woman! What Distraction Was Meant To Mankind When Thou Wast Made A Devil!

O Great Corrector Of Enormous Times, Shaker Of O'er-rank States, Thou Grand Decider Of Dusty And Old Titles, That Healest With Blood The Earth When It Is Sick, And Curest The World O' The Pleurisy Of People.