Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In

Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go Well

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

For To Define True Madness, What Is't But To Be Nothing Else But Mad?

If This Were Played Upon A Stage Now, I Could Condemn It As An Improbable Fiction.

The Sense Of Death Is Most In Apprehension, And The Poor Beetle, That We Tread Upon, In Corporal Sufferance Finds A Pang As Great As When A Giant Dies.