Diseased Nature Oftentimes Breaks Forth In Strange

God Defend The Right.

Gnawing With My Teeth My Bonds In Sunder, I Gain'd My Freedom.

He That Dies Pays All Debts.

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

How Slow This Old Moon Wanes! She Lingers My Desires, Like To A Stepdame, Or A Dowager, Long Withering Out A Young Man's Revenue.